I should have scattered my private life
like a magazine in the trees

got tangled in telemarketing
dialed homesteads, look at these

it's a wow, i'm on fire, it's amazing so bring it to me

I couldn't suspend my disbelief
or invest in foreshadowing

unreliable narrators in my bed
how will they describe how I sleep?

“through the night / he lays bare
in the morning he's not even here”

it is what it is but it's not what we thought
I passed through the mirror to see
I passed through the mirror to see
I converted atoms to bees
I pulled on the forces in threes
But I left out that part of the dream

it's a wow, i'm on fire, it's amazing so bring it to me