[morning cure]

i was a placebo,
but you've finally figured out that
sugar pills cant cure the headache that's like

candy hearts
melting under celophane in the gas station
down the street

red and black oreos in late march and
a liter of stale air is what you get
for 2.99 and a spare cough

love as a means to end your boredom,
your frustration with everything that isn't her,
isn't him

whatever it takes, dance as hard as you can
and pull the strings just right, press
the right buttons for the conditioned response

and you feel okay for a bit, you feel
like you could love forever live forever
but it's just wishful thinking

because tomorrow you'll be licking your lips
looking for someone else to wash down with
a handful of tap water