I don't know what the point is,
I just don't feel it anymore,
it all seems like compulsive duty
and I think that maybe I'm
not as important as I thought
at all.

I want to take a night drive
look for possums in the trees
neon lit up on the dashboard
find a safe place to pull over
have sex with all the windows down
and smell the grass after the rain.

Fireflies and cigarette cherry glow
why didn't we fly before these burdens pushed down
our bodies
into this black water
deep.