do you ever think about me, how i’m doing
i’m doing fine if you’re asking
if you’re asking when i’m out of breath
looking at another face i don’t care about
out of focus, deep water, salt/
salt in a fresh wound you know the ones
the ones we give to those we think we don’t need
do you remember talking about that shit
or was that too problematic/
it’s been a few years and now you’re just a glitch
my programming skips over your face every month or two
i can picture you walking toward me on the street
to fight or to fuck/
it’s so beautiful when we fight with each other
i feel like the earth is birthing another
better version of itself
one that we can all live on/
but i know you gave up on this a while ago so
here i am
looking at another face i don’t care about
out of focus, deep water, salt.