Jimmy Piersall

Sheltering
By asking if she's young too
I suppose
My mind works against yo
Sweltering
Trying something new
I picked you up
That doesn't mean that I like you
The weather does strange things
To old bones
I've seen too many winters
He says
Outstretched hands
Feeling sick
Inadequate
I'm shades of what I used to be
I've come to know myself too well
I've come to know that it scares me
Leave who you've become on the floor
By forgotten things you don't need anymore
You're home