Absolution!?
air was sterile but stagnant
trees held cold poses.
you asked me what it was like.
My answer was very long and meant several things at once.
more succinctly, i was a miner
melting slow and digging
at the only patch of dirt God did not create.
today I felt alright.
good things mattered more than they ever did before.
how’d you get here so fast?
go west, forgive the stovetop residents.
think in pieces, they’re the only things
that ever really get cared about in their
entirety.
today I felt alright.
things moved around me a little.
when you’re sick enough to stop caring about getting better
strange things slip through the cracks.
sometimes you get lucky.
I think that’s all I ever really was.
go down, play your heroin guitar.
how’d you make all these warm people look so cold?