You are not alone.
There are a lot of people
quietly interviewing
themselves.
You seize timelessness
and then you pay for it.
Every gas station
is green
have you noticed
money and grass
of which we have
neither.
Red we see first
but green we feel
the lie goes in
through the skin.
The only way
to imagine
being human
is to imagine
being interviewed
as one.
Giving a very smart reply.
But here
look at the sky
look how red it is
No sunset makes its way
into print.
It’s dissolving
look
we’re watching time
and I’m a little older
tonight.
The sun is amazing.
The moon is amazing.
And it’s amazing to think
of what it would be like
to delight people
with who you actually are:
saint and
criminal.
I am just like you
a hot wreck
setting my religion
to music.
I can feel something
visiting
your gold tooth
in the dark.
Being depressed
it’s a shadow
a season
You don’t have to talk
this way
Protecting your legacy
it’s fetishy
Like living
at the museum
of your body.
Eating your own corpse.
I don’t want
to curate my death
or yours.
So please
say
something
dumb
It’s important, you know
for geniuses
to be sloppy
It makes other people brave.
Come
here.
Share the chair.
I think I’m someone.
You are too.
I’ve always wanted to know you.