The Geologist by Alexandra Burress

he works the day shifts
i work the nights
his palms grow dirty
with the stones he finds

his rivers run deep
his scars grow long
the more time goes
the more they show

his voice grows louder
with the worries he carries
i'm waiting for the
lies he buries

his burrowing
mind of his
i find a way
to slowly unhinge

carve your name on the steepest mountain
bury your body in the widest ocean
i'll find a home
a place of refuge to call my own

black coffee stains your teeth
i'm watching you mouth the words and repeat
black coffee stains your teeth
i'm watching you mouth in the rear view mirror

he works the day shifts
i work the nights

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