what we do

my gait is slow as i wander across the sidewalk

i hope for the sun to stay hidden behind the thick veil of clouds

(You and I know these clouds keep me hidden from warmth)

Superman petitions his responsibilities

(You’re a liar without trying)

his instabilities burn his broken bed but leave his body clean

many turn to stare (but they see nothing as I coil and recoil in dark)

their eyes fall upon what isn’t really there

they may not care if they are mistaken but I mind

i pray that your satellite heart decides to revolve around me

because i need a Casimir Pulanski to take me from this day

(but you won't see it; Can't you tell?)

ellie mcdougal