Windowsill romance.

Deserted bridges that are rebuilt

but if I’m yours here’s a key 

To the empty casino In which i sinned

when I went inside i signed 

then passed a go sign

and then hesitated as i cross off another road 

I checked in checked out revolving doors

played a move on a numbered line 

freaked out to the rubber reaffirmation 

that the engineer repairs my broken soles 

built up from erasing mistakes 

I previously made in all but a name

And wash my feet in muddy puddles.