otp: maybe we could do it again sometime


What would you like? I’d like my money’s worth.
                               Try explaining a life bundled with episodes of this-
        swallowing mud, swallowing glass, the smell of blood
on the first four knuckles.

                                                 We pull our boots on with both hands
but we can’t punch ourselves awake and all I can do
                 is stand on the curb and say…