made my bed so now i rot in it 

I’ve made my bed 

So now I scream in it

A concept beyond both of us 

suburbia hovers underneath me 

I think of having dogs and babies 

 

Secrets to die for but not for me 

On New Year’s Eve my wheels were stolen 

I never once left my apartment 

I never once asked much of you 

 

You don’t like people but you like me 

I don’t know if that’s very flattering 

I wish I could send you emails about reading literacy and the new-found dwarf giraffe 

 

So I peeled oranges into the night

Just to make sure I can still hear its gasps

Our bones settled a long time ago 

You tell me ‘bout her to make sure I know

 

You can’t admit it that you love me 

I can’t say I find it charming 

I wish I could send you letters over email 

But I lost your stupid email or maybe I just made it up 

 

I never once confessed my conscience / but 

I never once asked much of you 

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somerville, 2021