some [y]ears are better than others.

when I told you before I was listening...well that was a lie. there were 

suitcases sticky with wheels to cling to and softskin tree splinters

sharpening windows as I watched some elbows never arrive. but

I took a step toward tuning in I took a moment to clear a head & 

wrapped a pink ribbon round those things I'd dismissed as too ugly 

to confess to. as when 

words aren't perfect but they're beautiful I baptize or drown & 

there's no use in trying to keep tangled hair dry no use in denying: 

I heard you this time.