all the blips of the sinking ships are all sinking in to your skin
and i’m getting older as my hair goes white
and i can not light up the dark.
and all the violent waves
the violent waves.
i haven’t left the house in 100 years
and you haven’t left yours in 100 hours
and we can’t keep our hands out of our own mouths
see the horrible habits we acquire.
and all the rawest thumbs
from gnawing on them and rowing hard
you’re a nervous wreck
i’m a nervous wreck
you’re a nervous wreck.
and how my stomach burns but only at night
when the moon is bright
and i have dreams about bears with the reddest mouths
but your arms are warm and your legs are wrapped around.
and the sound of your heart
the unsteady sound
i will slow it down.