i love to think that
i have a very simple existence
when it is this part of the song,
it feels like being between
a thing and something else.
my favorite part is the melody
because it’s an analogy
for one’s own voice crying again
against a different backdrop.
the shit is kitschy but
for some reason
i had a dream about it.
how many clothes you wore
meant nothing for how naked you were,
which floored me in my backyard
when i heard the grass bending.
as you approached,
you could have been anyone
whose stomach i had touched but
you asked if i wanted to kiss someone
who wanted to talk to me.
i may as well have wrapped myself in cotton
on the cold concrete underneath the moon.