Years and years ago,

or maybe only two,

he said “You’ll know it when it happens,

you will know”

and I do.

la la la I’m a snail scraping ‘long dry ground.

la la la I’m a vacant Luth’ranlost and found”.

Several weeks ago,

or maybe yesterday,

she said “You’re made of paranoia

and it drives

us away.”

la la la I’m a hobo peering in through glass.

la la la I’m an exponential vessel for the past.

Ten minutes ago,

or seconds from this breath,

you’ll say “Regret is such a bitch

when you’re close

to death.”

la la la I’m a hungry ghost who’s asking for a meal.

la la la take my hand and buy my flowers, they’re a steal.