here’s a long one for you two motherfuckers off in distant lands
see there’s this guy i used to worship
fell in art with him
the way i fell for you, & you
but harder, somehow
these things never go the way you want them to
you watch them get lazy
you watch them get blocked
this is my oldest story
& we always fall out
due to creative differences
when the act of creation
holds its own
difference (& you, of course)
in its very nature
the bonds are rarer than
the rings–
(look i’ve been trying to yell it
somehow i fell
you pushed on my ribs &
said breathe girl breathe)
but it was him
& the him before him
same as you & the you
before you
we fill shapes & we are shaped
by them & the hymn
before him
& when he came
i stopped singing for fear
he’d hear
oh we’re all idiots
and i needed a win
this is your oldest story
getting naked with someone
who can’t hold a tune
the song you write about them
stuck so deep in your head
you imagined how their voice would sound
if they’d only open up–
(look you’ve got my number babe
call me when you know
if you’re a tenor or what
sing it this time:
breathe girl breathe)
mattress dungeon 