We Grow, We Glow, We Go
You're the most dysfunctional person here.
You know what,
fuck your story and your name; let's make new ones.
Let's run out of here.
And this town.
And this timezone.
I'll pull down trees, if you collect bees, on the move, we'll hit the coast, we'll have a raft and a hive, we'll survive on honey and awkward contemplations and uneasy silences, we'll break ourselves into zillions of pieces and rewrite each of them at a time until we forget everything we were taught and experience everything for the first time, a million times, we'll never get to know one another, but create each other, we'll shift the direction of the sun's orbital plates and finger-paint in the bluest nebulae, we'll slip through the big bang's tightest knot to the beginning of feeling and give all of ours back, take it, here, it's done me no good, a sweet poison, I love it and it cracks 'love' open into a yolky mess of a definition that is irrelevant to my unscripted intentions, we'll track down Webster headquarters, wh