i laughed when you told me to laugh
because that's the appropriate thing to do.
yes?
yes.
yesyesyes.
my heart's been hurting for some time now
but it's nothing
that a fresh pack of cigarettes
can't cure
and it's nothing
that a bike ride through
a snow covered field in mid-march
can't cure
and it's nothing
that a dozen fresh picked dandelions
and a fistful of dirt
can't cure
and it's nothing
that a new pair of shin-high
elastic socks with the blue or red stripes
can't take care of.
but don't take care of me.
i'll be just fine
because i've got my cigarettes, bikes, flowers, and socks and i'll always be just fine.
but i've been running my hands over the ground
turning my fingers brown from the mud
and i've looked through the leaves&diseased&thebirdshit.
but it still feels like a 3 o'clock after-school sitcom
so don't take care of me.