11. jeans

Spend my morning

Forgetting all the things I’m supposed to do

O’s and x’s

I can never seem to get out of my head

Strapped in

I’m dead

There’s news I read today and it’s true

You gotta wear jeans that fit

I forgot I was alive

There’s a dust bowl town on the cusp of a sigh

Oh, you gotta unlatch your belt

I want to hear that stainless sing

I want Imogen Heap in a pile of jasper

And ask her if it’s good to be

Waist away

Lovely patina

Twirling girl

Timid gaze

Four in the morning

Let the tape run out all night

Waves are breaking

And in the darkness I see red

Strapped in

I’m dead

There’s news I read today and it’s true

You gotta wear jeans that fit

I forgot I was alive

There’s a dust bowl town on the cusp of a sigh

Oh, you gotta let down your guard

I want to know and feel and touch

I want you to trust in my affliction

This prediction sad for all but us