It Is A Pleasure To Be Here

Walk, knowing you are not the last one
Topped only by our lack of interest
I would not expect them to notice
You were desperate to feel
Like a special kind of person
Our defense
Buried in the scraps
We fed you
Why such casual experience
Most days I’m dumb
Startled and knowing at once the answer
Startled and knowing at once the answer
Slipping it into your pocket
My dad has never talked about
His mom without crying and
I wonder how much
You can fit inside a painting
Startled and knowing at once the answer
Startled and knowing at once the answer
Slipping it into your pocket