gravy

gravy

soup a spill
take a number
leave my lunch in your back pocket
i leave a note on your back door
and all i say is
soup
take my number
number for describing
level my being
i level ground beneath your way
and all i say is
soup
take a number
until we skip back cracker jack
skip all away into the day
and all i say is
true
but i mumble
and you’re never gonna hear me
anyway

(sometimes, you have to write something more for how it sounds than anything else.)

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