Secrets-- You Know, Like People?

Wrap your neck in gold and cover your hair in cloth

You cry pearls like that might make you a God

I can’t help if I think the forest mushrooms

Look like people

It’s been an honor to love you,

To have my name scribbled in some sparkly journal in a list

I write blackout poetry in

Cencored government documents

I don’t doubleknot my shoelaces

Unless my mom tells me to

Punch in every number on my TI-84 because they

Look like people

It's been a horror to know you

To have my name typed up in some spreadsheet in a box

I make music from

Ths sounds of padlocks closing

I don't eat nicely

Unless there's company

Put yourself on every pedestal, every stage

You sing second chances like that might make you a messenger

But I've already heard the words before

I think eyeblocking identity bars are fashion statement

Really on the up-and-coming this spring

It's been a hobby to know you

Our names squishing into the corner of a calendar somewhere

"Let's go out for coffee and anarchy

And maybe we'll break out prison along the way"

It's not my fault I think that people

Look like people

But these days, I don't read books

Unless a teacher tells me

I'm just a witness protection program drop-out

A secret assembly line reject

You couldn't have know me if you tried

But build up your jewelry castles

Wash your hands of all the blood

I can't help, you know

But either way

It has turly been an honor