My thoughts tripped
into a current
aspiring to drown
themselves
across miles of binary
and lit up screens

loved at
minimum wage
left living
kiss to kiss
never enough
to save up

she burned the cauliflower again
it was for his favorite dish
and the fire alarm wouldn't stop
even after opening all the vents
a great metaphor she thought
for his disappointment
while she tried to decide
what went best with a limp fish
"whiskey or gin?"

I do not wish
to live forever
dancing among
these graves
not yet made
ghost watching

I rode euphoria
that was not my own
and
somewhere along the way
I think I
dropped my soul

soul eater,
you make me wonder
what is the shelf-life
of good intentions?

Keep heart
And use
Explosives
As pillows for
Your heads
While we watch
From the softness
Of our beds