PINK کے بول

Defective and invariable We are untouched by it Patrick runs a red light And I am in the back seat I am watching your mouth In her rear view mirror Pensive like a child My parents' Blazer, 1996 Six months And are you still afraid of my want? Sun hot on my eyelids I'm flinching but you pretend not to notice I am reading Sam Pink in your bed He says: "Living another fifty years seems impossible" Your eyes roll back And I think of babies born First scream into infinity And I am tired Heavy with sweat When I pull you out of your sweater Flinching with the awareness of a newborn