re-viling

lumpy throat

because this song is reminding me

that I have to go and

own something

half finished

and tell them 

how well they've done

and I know their bodies are crowded

but I'm still disappointed

I wanted to cradle my baby

'til she ventured into places

but I couldn't; so it was

I know all this, yet

I'm still disappointed 

(in myself? or in circumstance?)

my ego knows better than that, but

it's fluffy around the edges

and success was in its clarity

now the angst feels unwarranted

and least we sound good

even if quietly

so we go back to red

and hold off the smudgy black