Jumping fish! Jumping fish!
Now I gotta make a wish
I close my eyes and stretch my arms
‘How about serving you all in my dish?’
the sun is an opinion, the world is just a myth, the heart’s a phony tower, a phantom monolith — the day is an illusion, the night, a vain ideal — the hope of dawn is empty, but the ache is real
The evening after I read your obituary,you crawled into bed with me. Your spirit did not muss the sheetsor bend the mattress. Your voice could have been the breeze,but the breeze never tells me to eat more avocados. In your sleepy whisper you recite the lord’s prayer,but change father to sister. Your last goodnight is […]