Quiet Day

The chemicals in my head, i feel them sloshing and swishing. i'm okay. i keep my eyes closed wishing. there's letters written but no letters sending. are you gonna treat people like they're never ending? are you gonna be okay or just keep pretending? moving my mouth over your mason jar, tracing the space where your lips were. pinkie to thumb on my lover's hand. touch me as much as you possibly can

And i fell in love, the way you'd crossed your legs afternoon on a quiet day. i think about when you'll be 40 and maybe you'll have children, they'd be really lucky. a lover, a table, a kitchen, a tele. i'm half paper airplane on my mother's side, but half isn't enough to ever learn to fly. "problems at home?" i've always been asked. and "have you found yourself a safe place yet?" i say, "i can't move out. my home is head."

The chemicals in my head, i feel them sloshing and swishing. i'm okay. i keep my eyes closed wishing. there's letters written but no letters sending. are you gonna treat people like they're never ending? are you gonna be okay? are you gonna be okay? are you gonna be okay?