third version / polaroid vision

Nuuro – Softer Things

you are an extended metaphor, your fingers
stretched out like bathing-suit elastics. the
sun lines on our 11-year-old skin make me
feel warm and golden while the world clicks
past like a cold japanese monorail. you are
an extended metaphor; the skipping records
and tangled cassette tapes i give you in a basket,
which are very interesting and they have that
distinctive taste of dust and your parents. you
are an extended metaphor; powdering drywall,
cracked mortar and one drink collecting rain on
it's pale liquid sides. you're not alone. i know
we're not alone in this. collect me, then. gather
me up in a dented emerald tin you used to use
to hold guitar picks. hum and hmmm where are
we now? you are an extended metaphor and i
am all wrapped up in gold ribbon and pink gum
crispy pink paper that says i love you like mayflies.