how beautiful
and America’s in love
while America’s bleeding
our heroic reflections
slipping out of their mirrors
for a well-deserved smoke break
to laugh at some dead person
because we know everything
year of post-sincerity
vengeance trumps your grief card
and elections are pointless
with time and age comes their trust
so there’s no point in trying
the day you stop believing
nothing’s worth believing in
then how can i get to you?
do you even want to?
my hands transparent and paperish
no mess to mark my existence by
just making a bed someone forgot to arrange
editing myself into somebody’s bylines
and like how you learn to live
people learn how to live with you
all your conditional gratitude
all you can give while you can
all your romantic hysteria
ah, hysterical us, always gazing
into the eyes of strangers we could never have
through the eyes of strangers we could never be
these strangers spit on our forgiveness
we could forgive ourselves.
