Poetry

Every living thing must die
You weigh metal weighing your soul
You weigh things like wallpaper
And then you return

In relief of being backed up
By bad light and bad luck
I’d like to see you in your weeping

Everybody makes a plan
And a plan cannot be broken
Everybody’s trying to be just
How can I be your only friend

Where are you, don’t touch me
What is it worth the cost of my love
Who are you to know that I’m mine