It Is a Pleasure to Be Here

Walk, knowing you are not the last one

Topped only by our lack of interest

I would not expect them to notice

You were desperate to feel

Like a special kind of person

Our defense

Buried in the scraps

We fed you

Why such casual experience

Most days I'm dumb

Startled and knowing at once the answer

Startled and knowing at once the answer

Slipping it into your pocket

My dad has never talked about

His mom without crying and

I wonder how much

You can fit inside a painting

Startled and knowing at once the answer

Startled and knowing at once the answer

Slipping it into your pocket