the fingers that i have kept crossed
have made it difficult to hold onto things
this is why i pour coffee into my shirt
this is why i lose grip on, on and on
this is why i can't grasp the decisions you have made.
but i have been wetter,
i have cried to whither,
and thou goest.
i have been wetter, and the coffee runs down my chest
under my shirt and wets my underwear
and i'm unsure of the weather,
and whether its the state of now, or did i just lose control
and wet myself.