06-23-2018, 07:07 PM
I am nineteen and
the moon has fallen somewhere into the ocean with
all the bleached coral and perverted sharks.
Algae licks the hollow craters and every week somebody
updates us on what scientists think is going to happen.
We might die, we might not.
We might live, we might not.
I still sleep in my underwear, the cotton and my crossed legs.
I still drink milk from the carton and cry about tourists.
Even though the sky is greening more and more.
Even though her teeth keep falling out and I never
know what to do when I find another decayed white
marble on the floor or in my hands.
I miss pop stars and reality shows, all we ever watch
is our hair wilting in the shower.
We sit on the porch for a few minutes every morning
and do not speak at all.
I am nineteen and
we might die, we might not.
we might live, we might not.
the moon has fallen somewhere into the ocean with
all the bleached coral and perverted sharks.
Algae licks the hollow craters and every week somebody
updates us on what scientists think is going to happen.
We might die, we might not.
We might live, we might not.
I still sleep in my underwear, the cotton and my crossed legs.
I still drink milk from the carton and cry about tourists.
Even though the sky is greening more and more.
Even though her teeth keep falling out and I never
know what to do when I find another decayed white
marble on the floor or in my hands.
I miss pop stars and reality shows, all we ever watch
is our hair wilting in the shower.
We sit on the porch for a few minutes every morning
and do not speak at all.
I am nineteen and
we might die, we might not.
we might live, we might not.