Be Three Years Old

When I heard you I could have sworn a dog was panting
When I heard you I could have sworn a dog was panting
Down at the bottom of the stairs
You said there’s something that I need to tell you
When I first found you in this gift shop garbage can
I never thought you would be here this long
I never thought
We would hack into the dried spilt milk in our living room
And form a little cavern form a little yellow cavern
And watch it weaken and collapse
While all along we could have just simmered it in a sauce pan so that we could
push the skin of our words yes we would paw at them like some sleeping thing
The last I heard I was yelling be three years old I dare you
To call out this balled up gray garment for what it is
And shout out all the names that we know and hope
That one of them lands correctly
When I heard you I could have sworn a dog was panting
When I heard you I could have sworn a dog was panting
But there was almost no one there
Tou said there’s something that I need to tell you
I’m not sure if I ever really ever cared and
That I never should have been here this long
All our kissing resembled eating horses in the biggest rooms in the smallest
houses
And on and on and on and on