you're damaged

come right back. buy all that they have. convenient disguise

we distantly laugh

you are eleven. 1997. god is implicit. your luck is consistent. and no i can not see into the future

no i cannot breathe underwater. bit your last word

i

call out to you

this place is vile

and i'm vile too. my gal and father

vomit and water

we're not alone here

we invent our own fear. and separately we will see

chaos condolence defeat

and now in this place

you talk to my shell

you keep double wides

you dream in motels

and my words are ugly

and you can't discern me

god's buried under

your damaged wonder

and no i cannot see into the future

no i cannot breathe underwater. with sabers and sticks

we'll run to our peace

kept undisclosed and told of a memory. and in this dejection

lives a connection

tattoo your vain silence

and all my resistence

we'll cut our hands agape and manifest

compassion we'll lose with time and test