If I stare at a wall
long enough,
I lose track of
what it’s for.
Penguins in the abyss
return with fish
to feed their chicks.
Kiss me
before you remember
what I do
for a living.
Wake me for love
when it buries itself
in dirt.
Love me in pieces
like I’m meant
to be shredded.
Let’s go away
to never remember
ourselves and
forget to return.
Someday, I’m going to
let go of
this guy,
brittle leaves and
pancake batter.
If you ever
meet me,
make a fellowship of knuckles
to pay for the party.
Time’s up.
Make nice
and roll over—
Death’s dancing
with you tonight,
darling.
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 5:40 PM UTC
If I stare at a wall
long enough,
I lose track of
what it’s for.
Penguins in the abyss
return with fish
to feed their chicks.
Kiss me
before you remember
what I do
for a living.
Wake me for love
when it buries itself
in dirt.
Love me in pieces
like I’m meant
to be shredded.
Let’s go away
to never remember
ourselves and
forget to return.
Someday, I’m going to
let go of
this guy,
brittle leaves and
pancake batter.
If you ever
meet me,
make a fellowship of knuckles
to pay for the party.
Time’s up.
Make nice
and roll over—
Death’s dancing
with you tonight,
darling.