25 Days (May 15) - Julia Brown

This world could have been so many things and so could I

Is this resignation right?

Don’t show my teeth, don’t call that phone

A mechanical fantasy come to life

Bright pink, again and again

Riding his bike in the rain

Long coat flowing out behind him

And you sing

‘I think I’ll move back to the country'

Well you won’t, you’ll get a job at the mall

And maybe I won’t get a job at all

I like to think it could bring me back

If I lie facedown on the couch for long enough

Spaced out, pumped full of dilaudid again

I could still feel as much as I like to think I used to feel then

But in truth I never felt that much

And it’s just the first twenty five or so spring days of the year

That bring me back there now

And then it’s gone