ode

disregard the feel of my palm
against your cheek
the lines that tell my fortune are
embedded with dirt and
(i work hard)
its hard work
being this casual about the future
this rolled-eyes, shrugged-shoulders puppet of
your christmas past
a love letter folded so many times,
you have to guess at the words lost to creases
"for you"
"forever"
and honestly
"forever" is just a gimmick to get you to
on your knees.