full of moxie and viscosity

one leg on each side
we are partitioned, cleaved
in my old, young fizzled flame
there is smoke in my eyes, there is.
sharper fingernails, longer eyelids
faster little pills
quieter mornings
closer touch
broader shoulders
browner backs
the way things were
has changed.
publish the draft,
make a new machine,
find ways to ignore
(what is summer love is happening in spring)
our redundancy.
substance abuse
changes form here.

(where there is no substance, no abuse can occur, right?)
right.

happy, happy birthday to me.
once again, i have discovered
a new present.