it seems the whale swimming in my stomach
is bigger than the belly of the one we're in
maybe its just a watermelon, sprouting from seeds
leaves go crunching underneath,
still, spending too much time in dreams
ignoring other bodily needs
the tides pull left and right,
currents try and erode
never was any good at fishing
i write better notes for empty bottles
wanting so desperately to believe
couldn't bear to put the worm on a hook
the car in the cold, throttles
wanting you to want this hard for me
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