anyway i was listening to jets to brazil
when my sister told me
that our dad was gonna die
i couldn’t leave work
and i didn’t have a grand on hand
to buy a last-minute ticket to miami
what a horrible place to die
after an expensive air ambulance ride
might as well stay home
and let your body nourish
the land you actually love
anyway perfecting loneliness hit different
and rocket boy tore a hole in my heart
projectile weeping next to the ovens
flames evaporating my tears
i’ve got a tattoo of that moment
on my left ventricle
they’ll see it when they cut me open
at age 63 because i inherited
dad’s heart and habits
and i never take my lisinopril
but to be fair i rarely get angry
anyway dad lived to tell more tall tales
and now he’s stuck in florida again
but i guess that’s okay
he always hated it here
mattress dungeon 