This is how it should be done
with twenty-seven minute phone calls,
words and meaning completely.
With forty-two minutes on the asphalt
and with it being enough.

But what good is can’t when want
strings together words, which should
never be spelled out for anyone else,
to anyone who matters. When routine
gives way to agitation. To selfish
giving and taking what’s yours.

This is how it should be done
with words to some other nape,
shifting focus and no remorse.
With lies and with lying
down. With things being mutual.