trying to find a high five,
like i got when i was nine.
told you to touch my body,
and then you took me to the party–
and then we found out we got the part!
it was nice to finally see you,
but i think you’re gonna leave me
again
I keep on thinking about the rush
the gentle stroke of a paintbrush
thinking about the past–
like the time i got the steeple
and we stole all the sheeple.
made it out alive but i–
got some dealings with a temple,
made a book and mocked a gentleman
wrapped in gold.
found out he was older than porn.
but we’ve got to die before we are even born.
and now you’re out there looking like ransom
haven’t been here for awhile, been paying on handsome.
found his shirt.
made dessert.
wearing the films,
like i’m wearing my squirt.
weather chances.
church basement romances.
theater highlights
romantic night lights–
the earth.
and how on earth.
did we get here only to end up here?
you know?
like we’re here, but like not where we oughta.
i keep going 95, but i’m a collision attack.
gotta stop me like a train before it hits the tracks
and they do.
you don’t know where i’m at
except you do.
because they stalk me like i got a dog chip in my neck.
i think i do.
and you do too.
i want to be alone,
but my entire life
is in the middle of the whole ass fucking zone.
so i zone.
cover up in blankets
and wonder if i’m thankless
for not telling my mom “thank you for not cutting me up last night.”
but i still do.
“thank you mom for not cutting me last night.”
and she says–
(and get this)
“you’re welcome.”
