Virginia doesn't remember Christian, I hardly do myself

I once told a boy how funny it would be if someone wore a watch that didn't work.

He wore a watch every day,

And everyday it ticks and ran through all the normal motions,

The gears were perfectly aligned,

Moving through the day just the way he had planned on them to do so.

A trustful friend,

Sitting on the intersection of joints.

He told me life was meant to be nothing but sacrifice.

As if we could avoid reality with a crooked smile,

And the slight of hand.

It miraculous, kind of

To think of all the cobblestones the bottoms of our feet have seen.

And how many feet, they themselves have seen.

Is that how crazy goes?

Applauding strangers from afar,

Judgment uncalled, followed by a mild chuckle.

What music critics have we become?

He told me that he was the devil,

And I believed him.

A bewildering conversation

Tucked in the dirt of our fingernails.

Maybe our demons play at the back of our throats.

Whistling to each other between breaths,

From my choked ambition to your prized secrets.

A silent vow mouthed, made somewhere along the way

From the back of our mouths to 

The air that joins the distance between you and me.

Breathe.