No Help for That | Jackie Clark

Streetlights sit outside cornered walls.

We spend a few hours inside.
We meet after days and days.

The casio sounds a little too loud.
I drink water, you the well.

My feeling is more the being here,
this way when you answer for me

you answer wrong.

United fronts are more true
and the bars start to drop

before we begin to move.
Waiting comes more naturally to stones.

I would canoe around the world for you,
just not now.