lovely thing suite: conversations

i remember vividly

my tears dropping on the grey carpet on

the top step

pops giving me his best guess

me confessing the burning question stressing

and concerning me and

turning me to

a wet mess

it's probably nothing

i get it

i'm aware

i know it's probably stupid to be scared

but these days are flying past us and nobody seems to care

it's like we're sprinting towards a brick wall we're pretending isn't there

what happens when we hit it?

do we split into a million bits

or do we come back as a bullfrog and talk in ribbits?

what is it?

what is it? what is it?

you got the answer so give it

so give it

so give it

don't lie

what happens when we die?

dad says

georgie i'm just guessing from what i've been told

probably thinking

how'd i raise this emo fucking nine-year old?"