Tied to the sun
I spread myself amongst the weeds and drink from above
Tethered to the moon
I plant my feet into the earth and sink to its womb
Bleach black white night
Her voice lilting raises me for good
Numb lips fingertips
But the flowers here don’t grow as they should
Oh here it comes
The possibility of warmth unearths me right now
Tethered to the moon
I plant my feet into the earth and sink to its womb
Bleach black white night
Her voice lilting raises me for good
Numb lips fingertips
But the flowers here don’t grow as they should
think I told you once beforeApprehension locks my doorFake flowers for your concernLeave me licking all these soresOr spin me a web of empathy Just knit your fingers through your hairBecause it hurts so goodTo know you’re unawareA bouquet for your concernI’m paling in the sunI shake a hateful fistAt every single orange strip mall fascist And their spray tanning baptists And it hurts so goodBut not as good as thisAs I scold my tongue for these scalding wordsPlease slap me on the wristA bouquet for your concernApprehension locks my doorI think I told you once beforeSomeday I’ll look you in the eyeAnd I’ll cry another lieSynthetic spring blooms on the wallsAnd hushes tangled breathIt never felt so goodNo clime can sway me nowA bouquet for your concern