arm cast, breathwork

Yesterday this was the empty drawer
Hand in
Asking what I came here for
I empty my pockets out on the desk by the door
Simple stuff: AirPods, house keys
One of those tourist wallets
A map of Barcelona from a visit a few years before
Cards always slipping out if it isn't full enough
This is my childhood bed frame
6th grade a field trip to catch
Crawdads by the lake
Feet running at the first ring of the bell
Today
Saved by white noise
8 counts in, 4 out some guy online says
Arm cast they all signed
You double underlined your name

Find a cool place near the water

Good night sleep calling me in
Empty drawer full of rocks, and mint leaves
This birdhouse noncommittal by design
Here I find myself in my backyard again
On a large scale
Ain't no point in this
On a much smaller one
Just another hole to dig
Maybe we haven't bent the twig enough
So much fucking talking at once
So so so so much fucking talking
8 counts in

We could crack a couple beers
Throw this thing out and catch a fish
I'll excuse myself from conversation
Find a stump
And break my arm over it



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Writer(s): Dylan Stephens, Joseph Fusaro
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