i know it slips and gets displaced beneath the waves that live in you your mom and dad survive encased inside their childhood residue it seems so strange to see the sun arrive so late it splits apart the nighttime warms your face
i was on your roof looking at cartoons you were right there too nothing else to do then you stopped
but it sounds like a dinosaur dying just those long nights where you're not even crying did you see the length of my reach? did you need something different than me?
i'm getting so sick of myself the dumbest ticks become routine an exit pressed against your head a flaming ocean in the street i had a dream you were in a book that i am reading won't you come see pile with me?