Cheeseburgers go funny with fear
what with
the buying of cookies
and fate
and that stupid feeling you get
when a moment goes crush velvet red
that
goddamn, we ARE really here
and
fuck what do I do now
what what what
when
sometimes
you just have to be the little tree in the gail
and know
you will one day
be the oak
rooted so far into the soil
nobody knows you from the sky
or the field anymore
but
pauses
under your quiet shadei’d like to be that.
one day i will be that oak for somebody
not today.
not tonight.someday.
