a little something

Chisel my face
whittle it back down
to you.

Heavy heaving walks
with me but I don't
hear anything.

You're the slipperiest fish
that I've ever known
you're the heaviest dress
that I've ever sewn

and I still remember when
you used to have a soul,
oh, I don't know, you say
oh, I don't know, your hips sway

living your life like a muscadine
crush, crush, crush,
as soon as you were plucked off the vine.