11.30.2020

thank you phoebe

Fresh air views on stolen lands 
Cheap-ass walks through our retirement plans 
Blank headstones with our names [on/all over] them 

Lately I’ve been stalking our apartment at night 
Sleeps from 8 am to power the daylight 
The same two dreams on a fulcrum 
What good is your sail if you’re stuck with me in the doldrums? 

Leave your concern at the waiting room door 
The dirt from the outside tracked in on the floor 
Goddammit, I just cleaned in here 
I just cleaned out 

 [there’s a verse that needs to go in here maybe?] 

 Is this the trademark writing of our generation? 
A Bridgers-esque, overly descriptive, realism metaphor? 
The dirt you keep fucking tracking all over the floor 
Goddammit, I just cleaned in here 
Goddammit, I just cleaned you out 
I just cleaned out 
Get out

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