It's Dumb Living Sometimes

The trinity's metal
warped nothing but
the thing visible
in currents of hair
static along the mats
caused a tidal wave
in emotional out crop
the same dread bubbling
up like tap water or
thick, bluesy orange
juice, OJ because of
the pleasing sounds.

Cries of child on
the corner, cats
calling too like
we should probably
get moving since
the car is ready, our
shoes tied tight,
the television on,
the heat busting out
the way it's supposed
to though we're not
ready in these black
jumpers and neon smiles,
our gloves pressing
our lips like clay.