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the priests team up

and work in shifts in

an attempt to comfort me

they spoon feed me fruits

directly from jars

but I’m having

none of it

this time

I spit it in a soft lake

and hide in the tall grass

wild and scared

when nature lets its hair grow out

I’m climbing every single one

until gravity pulls

a friendly reminder

of the stones in my pocket

but my god

it’s hard to feel heavy

next to you

This might be the start of something newvent
so we ask each other questions
like do you know this band
what would your dream house look like
and is your dad still alive
I shake my head
you cry a little
we smoke in bed
and drink from the same glass
your tongue carves pet names into my neck
and I cringe a little
while hair’s falling to the ground beneath me
yesterday’s socks on the ground beneath me
I put them on again
just watch me.