too lazy to read
too dumb to write
& I am not a ship
& you were not my rudder
proud in my lack of pride
stunning in my stubborn disregard
you know it doesn't matter anyway
you knew I'd succeed at failing
this habit begins
before it began
before you
& no one quits
lay with me tonight, Jenny
I spent the day figuring
out ways to not figure
anything out or get
anything done
& hoping you'd come back
(you did, you do, you will)
would anyone mind swapping narratives
for a few months? perhaps we just steer
each others' shit to higher ground &
wake up naked in some new land
P. H. Madore is a GwI Associate.
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