sometimes i lie in
bed all day
eating toast and praising things
choking on butter and tears
stunned at the wonder of it all
sometimes i go outside
and press my face into the world
raging at all in it that is wrong, harsh, unloving
at all of the ones who didn’t want who couldn’t and weren’t able at that time to be with me
sometimes i come back home and lie in bed
all day and all night eating toast and sailing
on the high seas in my little ship of bed
praising the magnificence in all things
especially the ones who didn’t want, who couldn’t and weren’t able at that time
(forwhateverreason and fuckyouall) to be with me