moisture

by Unsane

Date: Wed, 28 Apr 1993

in these nights
yeah, when i can walk and think of you
without being sad
damp air enveloping me
i could suffocate
a clear plastic bag over my head
made of me and my
wet thoughts

through these nights
i practice being without
and wanting
you in the long summer
that will feel dripping like this

i'm gettin good at it

i walked here
to be with harsh people
trying to find you
but not really hoping
so these wordsinksinking
are what i really came for-
put down on cellophane              crinkly soft and always slicksticky
like my mother used to
warn me about playing with
like my mother used to
warn me about nights like this

  nights like this make you
  strange you get that look
  i know you won't come home

with these nights
comfort works its way
through the fluorescent halls
and heavy doors
moist from the dark and breathing
clinging to me wrapping around
my breasts like a faded bathing suit
evaporating as the new grey
banishes the damp.