I’m driving you to the airport and staying home alone tomorrow
and when your in my car i feel so grown and i hate that
the bruises on my knees are fading and my pubes are so long i could braid them
my eyes always had their sights on something from another plane, something metaphysical that i couldn’t explain
they saw things you’d thank me i would never detail
but they finally tapped out
no more seeing rapists climbing through my bedroom window
no more living room crashes of friend’s houses
no more shaving off mustaches as an “artistic statement” for everyone telling me to not shavе
the world is mine, the еarth is spacious
i could go wherever i want
i have the skyline in my left hand
and i have the entire sun grasped in my right
i could wear the sunset if i wanted
and i think it’s time i initiate where i want my rocking boat to resign
i don’t want it anywhere inland though, i want to stay as far away from suffocation
i want to be free, to live on free
i want my life near the sea
my beautiful blue heaven
flood me to death
swallow me whole
i don’t want any land
i want my life on a boat
no i want it on a plane
i want to always be changing and moving and flying away
or i should jump off a cliff
and hope i get reincarnated as an musical instrument that someone far more talented could abuse
but mostly i hope i’ll get reincarnated as the color yellow
so i don’t tap out of being bright, ever—