when your fire finally dropped from the sky,
I fucked up and cracked a smile before the tears even dried
maybe I could live two lives
from under the dirt I might survive
a muggy gulf hellbent to calcify
my love, I am sick
but, the babies could be alright
hardened by the disconnect
I still see softness in you
singing garden hymns to delude the suffering
and recover the softness in me
jumping ship again
tired of fighting the current of the ocean I’ve wept
maybe I’ll find land, somewhere I can rest
