Maps & Atlases Follow

the further from the edges
the further from the trim
the fewer the coats the less you put in

the further from the edges
the further from the trim
the fewer the coats the less you put in

I’ve got a drawer full of your notes
and word games that we played on planes
and five pages at least of you practicing signing your first with my last name

somewhere there’s an orange on a table
somewhere there’s a room on a floor
and our writing on the wall is under three coats of paint in an apartment we don’t live in anymore

the further from the edges
the further from the trim
the fewer the coats the less you put in

the further from the edges
the further from the trim
the fewer the coats the less you put in

laying eggs or even birth at all
a shoe box full of photographs from before the fall
your dirty feet laid bricks below my hands

somewhere there’s an orange on a table
somewhere there’s a room on a floor
and our writing on the wall is under three coats of paint in an apartment we don’t live in anymore

the further from the edges
the further from the trim
the fewer the coats the less you put in

the further from the edges
the further from the trim
the fewer the coats the less you put in

I want to say you belong here
I want to pretend that we both belong
but tell me how you thought that they would react to your parrot colored song

when you are old and gray
when you are old and gray
I hope that someone holds you
I hope that someone holds you
the way I would

when you are old and gray
when you are old and gray
I hope that someone holds you
I hope that someone holds you
the way I would
the way I would