Sick Sad World
a poem
Sick Sad World
Someone asks if I think
listening to each other’s favorite song
in different places, at the same time
is a date. You are asked to share:
indefinitely, until end of day,
for just one hour, not at all.
I am here and still considering
my knowledge of you:
what you had for breakfast,
where you got drunk last,
how proud you are to be included,
how fuckable you look,
how gratitude has changed your life
(though we’re the same and also not).
We’re close friends now.
There’s someone in my building
who loves being watched
and is still closer than we are.
425 feet exactly. You should really
wipe down your mirror.
Oh look you moved your plant.
You are making a statement.
Yes. Say that. Free everyone.
Go off. It’s so important.
A Franz Kafka quote. A Charli song.
They definitely go with your message.
Don’t overthink it. Don’t say too much.
Be mysterious. Tell us everything.
There is nothing I don’t want to know
on my way to this hell.