versions

I have not known love
the way chick flicks end
but my lovely
lovely girls
wine soaked and sharp tongued
on teary phone calls
and lolling on grass lawns
or under benches in class when
convention and everyone else is
too loud
and dragging blankets over a
careless, selfish shiver
or looped up on cough syrup
or boy crazed foolishly texted up

They are muse enough.

reassure/ i want you when i don't need you

You are as much of a constant

as the hum of

my fan

in 

the heat of the summer

so much that

when it's dead quiet in December

I get my thick blanket out

just so the blades of 

my fan

can keep singing

that;

the hum that fills up

my silence;

is you