I’ve given my best impression
Of credence to all your plans
For my life and
As for ours
I’ve had a box picked out
For a while now
My legendary impression
Plastered on double-sided billboards
Like taking photos at a museum
Amid great piles of clothes
But she knows
She lets herself out the back
Stepping past old puddles of rock
Bowing to every costumed freak
Cramming through every guarded door
Crossing dark hallways of grass
With blood drowning her socks
She’s sat and listened to howling crows
Waiting in back of crowded buses
Stayed up listening to my uneven heartbeat
And folds her palms on her lap
I’ve fallen from a thousand roofs
Jammed my fingers in a hundred screws
Choked on almost thirty of my grimy teeth
How could I forget her hand on my back
I’ve met a little bit of who I am
Drenched in freezing swells of rain
Sleeping in dilapidated huntsman cabins
Stood over every empty mountain pass
Smiling at every passerby
With the sun in my eyes
11/12/2026
