and if you ever come across me
remember this crooked song

"wild strawberries in the woods
not the only fear at the neighborhood
bad apples, cookie monsters, and crows
cashew farts, peepholes, and human toes
we shall fear not, as of today, as of now
we stop, stand, run, jump, and bow
whatever we need to want to can
whatever we need to want to can"

when i am gone
plant me in your heart
go for a run when it rains

i will be the strange line on the ceiling
or the smallest dot on the bathroom wall
or the type of cologne you smell on a passerby

i will be the strange tune no one knows why you like

when i am gone
it's no one's fault
it's just default
some die now, some die later.

as ruthless as my words
is the truth
that takes more than it gives
and we are asked to live with
what we have
or specifically, what we don't have

and, truly, instead of thinking
i would just
water my plants

I am a melody of winter
thirst flavoured
with a checkered pattern of ash grey and date black
that sounds like a heartbeat

but when improvising me
you use ferocious colours
you tear me, you take me
you sing me
“Come darling! Soup is ready!”

she doesn't know
that I have seen the moon in her eyes
and it was so elegant
her eyes lighting up the moon