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you ask for a leather couch & a death mask
you ask for fossil and my arteries are #lled with stents
I lift sternum to sail & tedious chores #nish — us, the waves crafting glass becoming frown
as if we we’re talking of an ocean that's more blue than pink —
we're burying a cigar box of maps —
to a ship that makes a noise like October wind & I don't want it anymore;
you want it to be colossal, the metaphor seismic —
I need a house
to be a family,
you want to be me—
you're trying to make the voice in my dreams come true.
the one on a beach where I slowly bleed out, eyes yellow, hands in sand;
— the song of my children singing in low tide.
all I want is
to go where you are and sleep where you are —
you want to let yourself go and we don't need you anymore
you want to be the one that sings and you know it, your voice sounds like mine — but it's not
you have to be the one — it's too late, you're on the wrong path
as if all of us would die for
you, but we can't give you all of yourself.
and so I sing a simpler song then before.