Mar 2018
Sit down across from me in the tub
I’ll sit criss cross
Your feet can rest in my lap
Take a Polaroid every time I look up into the water
Then bite on my shoulder
I’ll hold your wine glass
Can I bring you to Copenhagen
And introduce you to my art collector
Friends
We can make nice with everyone
At fancy dinners
Then go home and laugh at how stupid
They all are
Fall asleep on me
As we take a train
From somewhere
To Paris
I’ll drink you in with the scenery
Outside our window
As I drift off myself
I’ll sit criss cross
Your feet can rest in my lap
Take a Polaroid every time I look up into the water
Then bite on my shoulder
I’ll hold your wine glass
Can I bring you to Copenhagen
And introduce you to my art collector
Friends
We can make nice with everyone
At fancy dinners
Then go home and laugh at how stupid
They all are
Fall asleep on me
As we take a train
From somewhere
To Paris
I’ll drink you in with the scenery
Outside our window
As I drift off myself
I felt like a lot of my work was either extremely abstract, or really impersonal, as if I refused to let myself speak directly on my emotions. It seems really cliche to me to write about someone, or about the love you found with someone. To me, pieces like that don't hold up well over time. My objective hear was to open myself up enough to write about love, but in a timeless way that still felt like me.
