Sodapop

Something like anatomy,
leaves me strung up
heels over head and
blood rushes down
to think thinks
and I’m doing all this for me.
How did my knees get so weak?
Trial and failure turned
drunken and valor.
She’s rattling my ribs and
my heart just won’t quit.
I think curiosity got it
best of all;
pilfering every breath
I could even dream.
My Little Miss Curtis,
just believe me.
I think in reds and blues and
multiples of two and
I don’t know what it means.
But it’s always you.