living is too connected
the crab was an unsociable creature
finding solace only in the breaking waves
during high tide
and the new treasures
when tide was low
so here you are in my hiding place
asking me to trade a cigarette for a nickel
but i don’t smoke
i’ve been meaning to start
and you’re not a stranger
i was thinking you looked alright
life has too many turns to be worth it
there is too much finding
and seeking and wishing
have you been waiting?
would you know my face
if you saw my eyes?
and has anyone told you:
you’re much prettier in real life.