long weeks and tired voices

i’m listening to live across a wire
leaning into the words
letting them breathe against
the disappearing places
that i might soon occupy
i want to be the light that burns out your eyes
i want to be the last thing that you hear when you’re falling asleep

i want to be scattered from here in this catapult
everything is just madness
and i don’t mind
if this is crazy, maybe, i should stay awhile
‘cause it sure feels fine to me