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Getting Closer to You
Feels something like this
Your favorite part about me is a thing I didn’t know I had. Like I’ve been investing billions trying to get to Mars and the final frontier is in a repurposed cottage cheese container next to the ketchup.
I’m a scroll inside a crevice in the western wall and you’re god or satan and either way I’m getting read.
There’s an empty pool in the desert and you show up with a hose but I show up with two skateboards and you say cool let’s drop in.
Getting to know you is like you’re Will Smith and you’re wearing sunglasses and I take off those sunglasses and underneath you’re wearing another pair of sunglasses and underneath those sunglasses you’re Muhammad Ali.
Tonight is a blank page and a blinking cursor. They say Shakespeare was a woman. God too.
The blood that fills your thighs when you climb the stairs came to life and released a synth pop album that scored an 8.9 on Pitchfork.
I just bought a new suit and you tell me to meet you at the barbershop and I sit down and you cut all the clothes off my body and I throw you a fiver and we call it even.
I’m sitting at a giant table of empty bowls and plates starving and you show up and suddenly there’s a whole fucking feast and you’re doing it…
