Ice Cold from Tigers Blood by Waxahatchee

run it back, boys
it’s didactic
it’s white noise
counteractive

we say the same thing
& yet we argue
some pendulum swings
to an ambivalent muse

a rusted out sign
jesus loves you
landmark of mine
i drill it into

some folktale
i’m keeping alive
while the curtain falls
dramatic demise

& i might fall in love with
the next story i’m told
but i’ll never
have another
burning hot
coursing through me

this is water
it’s blood loss
call it a gamble
or a tight rope walk

you show your face
keep your eyes shut
call your own fouls
cheat your own gut

if i’m losing touch with
everything i once held
i wouldn’t think much of it
run on fumes
abide by nothing

i might have it out with
the next person i see
but i’ll never
have another
burning hot
i run ice cold
i run ice cold
i run ice cold

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