1.

With strong lips and flickered eyes
you danced around
my cankered haul;
and what came out
were the mounds of dirt
we’d washed away together.
“Its beef” I say
“It isn’t” You reply
and we lean in closer
so that I can feel the lost conversation
on your fading lips play out on mine.
Your words won’t stop
for anybody.

Your back was awkwardly turned.