the day i was dead before you were born and i watched pay-per-view and ate barbecued corn
everyone said i was like homemade pancakes
(from scratch or the mix? the mix always the mix)
n i was like ‘naw, more like a desert island’ but they didn’t understand
their hands were all sticky with watermelon juice and i thought it was the blood of innocents so i didn’t talk much.
they were all much bigger than they needed to be and told jokes about relatives in the air force while i asked if the chicken was vegetarian (FISH)
so then i went home and you were there watching static and flies were all over your dead friend and it was all i could do to say i love you.