Do you want to write a poem?

Ah-
Well
…so you see…
Rock.

Go crumble
Dirt
Like glass
But fucking sand

One day I was walking down the street
And out of the corner of my eye I saw a
Meow meow
Meow meow, meow meow meooow meowow

I’m alive
Yet
Barely. As if my chest is a broken hourglass, I need more dirt, more. Rock.

Going insane
As the shards cut me deep
Lacerations macerate
Incapacitate

Yeah
So… you see what I mean, then-
As the dirt spills out still
I spill out into the world

Splat
.

But I’m still alive. Stuck. They say dirt is grounding. But what if I don’t want grounding

I want to fly through the air, not hit the ground
As the opportunity pounces on my
Throat
I burp it out and start singing
Belch and puke, expell, out,
You get it, right??

You get it



Right?

It must have been the cat
(Splat, pounce)
Spilled my insides
to get insight
Curiosity killed me
Not the cat

I have never been
ungrounded and I can’t bring myself
to fly

Guess that’s what the cat’s for
To knock me off the counter
Count her down
(10… 9… 8…)
to liftoff

Now my sand is on the floor and I need
More
Rock

It must have been the cat

How can I love something
that hurts me so?



The dirt beckons me
It pulls me in sticking to my boots when I try to jump
I will walk the dirt
Grounded I must be the ground will join me in the sky
Quick sand pull me higher up the beanstalk
Consume, expel, I…