» Lightning

sweet lie jelly like sticks to the plate
as my hand sweeps across nervously
dim light reflection from varnished wood
I watch the steam in a perfect swirl
The phone rings I cup it tightly to my ears
with closed eyes this question flies right into my head
If you could get up from lightning
would you get up from lightning
Homeless...”I’m sorry I have no change”
It’s hard to say we just left the cafe
We feel like loose seems with tight threads
Change face it’s high up high up into the air
If you could get up from lightning
would you get up from lightning