envy of the sea
deep as a puddle i'm so jealous of the sea yet it envies me
deep as a puddle i'm so jealous of the sea yet it envies me
boy: rowdy and rough quit climbing on the table i have had enough
nighttime dalliance appropriate your refuse i am the raccoon
o lover of light trapped, radiating, dying moth, was it worth it?
forever trying for the perfect one-liner to make me famous
scrolling characters into reverse waterfalls dehydrate the muse
spider in corner your universe: my shower splash, apocalypse
what are these holes in the sand where do they come from who makes them and
is there a man with a pencil poking little holes
or small people racing placing little goals
are they footprints left from gnome strolls
maybe the sand is needed for a wizard’s scroll
could be faeries dancing around invisible poles
i turn to my father but he says no he says he's too busy he's on his phone
libertas deigned to cover her eyes when her light went out and her people were dead but alive
they picked a coin from the leftmost pile it was ancient faded tired necrotic with an absent smile erstwhile
they picked a coin from the rightmost pile it was obese treacherous wild putrid and covered in bile just fucking vile
the coins were placed over her eyes and she was sent on her way but when she arrived at the banks resigned to her fate the ferryman scowled for these symbols of decay even he would not take
am i fat? don’t answer that unless the answer’s no in which case can't you see my legs jiggling with every step i take my footsteps like small quakes the blubber rippling beneath my shirt my smile nervous and fake on the blob that is my massive head with acorns in my cheeks like a chipmunk having a feast i have no contours i have no shape i always feel out of place they look at dirt to avoid my face and every day my mind is raped by the mirror person posing as if on tape and i want to fade away literally
so i ask again am i fat? wait don't answer that unless the answer's no in which case i don't believe you