the tv is confusing my i love yous
the still neck the same
slamming don’t tell you to stop or
anything just frown for hours
run down a hill
that hill’s a bitch
he said from on top of us don't hate it don’t hate i
don’t feel oppressed or
anything today just
afraid
i wanna be back on that deck
and watching the lightning
it hasn’t stormed so good
in the intervening years our marriage
solved the tree problem
but created an electricity problem
