Matt Pond Pa Red Ankles
sleeping became useless when the thought had hit my mind
the markings from your socks impressing skin into design
so with it walk away
the part i've faced
your face in parts
the lines that will not leave my head
a change like strings of lights that spark
looking down
your ankle's red
i've imagined every single detail of the strain
the sickness is what i don't know that will not go away
that will not go away
the instinct of cameras
is all for the instant
the nettles
the blueness
fallow for progress
the end of july
can't be called liar
to you i am no liar
the part i've faced
your face in parts
the lines will not leave my head
a change like strings of light that spark
looking down
your ankle's red
