i have measured out my life in coffee spoons and so forth. sunsets, dooryards, sprinkled streets, novels, teacups, skirts that trail along the floor and whatnot. i'm not prince hamlet and wasn't meant to be. instead i'm ridiculous and maybe even the fool. the mermaids sing to each other but probably will never sing to me. dude i should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across the floors of silent seas. bro i already know the evenings and mornings and afternoons. but i've seen the eternal footman and i was scared. i can't keep lingering in the chambers of the sea and watching everyone coming and going and talking about michelangelo over and over until human voices wake me and i drown. but bro do i dare disturb the universe?













