To

Sit on the carpeted floor of this apartment

Come sit and chat

Been some time

Baby hairs growing into teen hairs

Locks struggling to hold a curl

Perspiration wells up

Deepening those cracks, frown lines

Until the soil is so fine

Lovely lady

Needs a tailor to fix, to fix a sundress

Those pesky strings, clinging onto

Dreams of somewhere hot and cold

Sweating asphalt, slicked

Off road has its rocks and bumps, but

The clock moves behind

The backs of those afraid to exist