Your cat takes precedence
Next are eye shadow and car dents
Your camping tents raise suspicion and fear
But I know I need to stay here
Sing to your bluebirds
While I feed their babies grains of rice with
These words etched on them:
“Steamroll your tongue if you want to be heard”
I am only as absurd as your first, second, and third privateer
But something tells me I need to stay here
Maybe your absence
My brain needs its silence, after all
Maybe the murals scandalizing our walls
That you paint with pay phone calls to numbers flattened on bathroom stalls
Or maybe low expectations
Insinuations that this is all
This is the salted caramel prison I was taught to prefer
I am small
You drink, drive
Steer clear
You think I know I need to stay here.
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