LOOSE TOOTH// LOST YOUTH

rushing water runs from snow. this is how these things all go.

undertow, i tell you “no.” 

you take my hand and don’t let go.

we hate young bodies, overflowed,

with godforsaken, love mistaken,

teenaged dreams. useless things.

i tell you “no,” so we can go.

rushing water ends at sky. this is where we come to die.

i rely, on your goodbyes,

to break the silence between the sighs,

of an empty home, a lonely drone,

filly my pockets, heavy stones,

your goodbyes are my demise,

i tell you “no” so we can go.

[THE KIDD X AARON FEAVER]