Choke
we’re this, which is what?
(besides borrowed shorts and greasy hair)
I spent the night tapping on the teeth of her car
she doesn’t care if I tell her
but I choked on the tar at the beach
and smothered my face in her pillows
the hairs on the back of my neck
are tangled in the spokes of her bike
home is hard to hold
when she likes running
I’ve been talking about nothing and
waiting for her to understand
this is how I love her