i know the words to this one by Julian Lawrence
i know the words to this one
Transcript:
i bring cake to house parties;
i wash the dishes. flirty, filthy frenzy.
plastic bag trash can. let me take
the rubbish out, give me something
to taste for you, that’s love. maybe
i am alone because i would never
lick the floor. disgusting smears of you
on tarpaulins, in wet grass
tracked onto the carpet. first your skin,
then the limes we cut in the dirt.
then you smiling on the couch,
neither here nor there, humid eyes and
halfway conversations. nobody is listening
while they count down the best sounds
of this season of the end of the world.
first, your pop rock laugh. then,
my static hands zapping your
soft question of a body, joint-to-joint –
we’ll probably never be shopping trolleys
mashing in abandoned parking lots
with thunder, but for a moment
i can imagine. i think i might be
God’s blind spot. in the morning,
take me somewhere – church or
mountaintop – where He can’t miss me,
and you realise you can. for the first time
in years, my hands are still
and so is the water. no music
or heart swell. only you arcing
folds through the afternoon air,
for a pair of wings to put away that we’ll
never use.
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