Simpin’ Ain’t Easy

Sorbicazzo No. 2

How can your heart beat when folded like origami?
Does it cost you less when purchased on debt?

One last hurrah, then roll me in paint.
Know that I cannot, and will not lasso,
then pull down a star and kiss you adieu.
That rot in my gut is new. For you? This is cyclic.
You and I never had our time—not a breath.
Have a thumb-drive that’s degraded with use.
Clearly, love can’t be truth when it peels.

Waited for a signal, UHF static,
for more lonely nights than I recall.
Far, I would go, if you needed it so.
Too long, or too far? Maybe so. But tonight
long?  Tonight, all she needs is enough.