Tarried.

Updated: Mar 22


photography by Adam Coleman


I wanna be your cowboy.

strike that.

I wanna be the horse

yeah,

I wanna be that horse

who carries you.

I want

heartbeats synced

and grass

beneath our feet

I keep tracing air for your—

I love every single thing

about those hands

that neck

how they hold

you,

the gold rush

my hat still in my hand

here catching flint rock

I’ll keep shifting sand

make a fire

bucket of heat

knock-kneed

I could weep

with want

you’re still here

there

somewhere

in my mouth

keep sending

keep sending

the smoke signal

out.


push a finger

round the gum

rub away the taste

the letters

that say I—


free.

so goddamn free

there isn’t a thing

I want to stop

you from inhaling

save what damages

the lungs

I think I’d like

to watch you live

big sips

show me

all the cracks

so I can kiss em

come here.

I’ll start with the fingers

the grooves in the palm

tilt your head back

in my pocket

there’s calm

save it in my can-

teen

feel it on the tongue

you put the calm

in me, girl

you put the calm

in me.

girl.

you put

the calm.

are you happy

look at us,

tarrying,

in this fog.

a shoe

left

untied.

photography by Adam Coleman

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