fresh air

maybe im a little quick to

copy down all my close mouthed slurs

maybe we were hands and knees

first into the mud on empty 

stomachs 

and we were soft and we were 

sober

ill admit

the iron curtains strewn 

about the monkey bars were worth 

a thousand prickly words

and theyd stick and

sneak themselves capably 

into each eager hinge within earshot

i wont 

let that stop me from cracking the brambly

bearded edges 

to 

let in the fresh air

in hopes 

that its tracked 

up and down the stairs