FicWad

beneath, are feet, drunk
our mother sees us watch the sky
too bare to heave

recall what you were
skin smooth, sleep too long ago
remember who you loved
because these will drive on

fall under your tongue as if it were drunk
see our mother wait to heave
the sky too bare, too mean

what you were was gone long ago
who you loved will drive on
because you leave behind whose left
old’s been on before

if it is beneath, our mother won’t see us
the sky waits so long, but not for you
mean, your tongue is too mean

who will love you when you drive
because you’re older than leaves
been around too long