A pale, sweet afternoon, like a wound that would make you want to avert your eyes
Treated with sugar water and numbed with ice cubes
Make sure the fan is rotating
So it won’t be defeated by the growing specks of your nightmares
It doesn’t ruffle you at all
So you don’t need to cry
Now that you’ve wept and raged to your heart’s content
You’ve tired yourself out, right? Roll up in a bath sheet and go to sleep
I love your eyes, like glass marbles, gazing up at the sky you can’t reach
What are in those tightly closed fists?
You can come home late,
But don’t go too far, alright?
They say there’s gonna be a summer festival
If only we could go someday,
Or something
Let’s live quietly like this, the two of us,
In this room that doesn’t connect to anywhere
Once your favorite poppies bloom
I bet it’s going to be beautiful
It doesn’t ruffle you at all
So you don’t need to cry
Now that you’ve wept and raged to your heart’s content
You’ve tired yourself out, right? Roll up in a bath sheet and go to sleep
Come over here
It’s almost summer