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written 2016    
    
Sitting in the living room dying and crying
all about all the things that I’ll never get to see
a manned mission to saturn and toy story ten
and the conversion of earth into speckles of cosmic carbon

the return of our waters to natural depths
the fading of human sorrow and stress
Or, hair growing back on the top of my head,
and the eventual forgetting of everything I ever said 

Sitting in the living room dying and crying
all about all the things that I’ll never get to hear
like the new  janis joplin or an end to the coughing
of us pitiful people trapped in our atmosphere

or a latent transmission from alien life
calling us out for malice and spite
applause from my grandpa, a voicemail from god

sitting in the living room dying and crying
all about all the things that I’ll never come to know
like why millenial parents don’t vaccinate
and why conservatives and liberals can’t seem to relate

on the cause of the pain that wracks our world
why people stay in their shells when they’re pearls
or why God made me flowery but not quite queer
or why Harvey Milk and Mayor Moscone can't be here

sitting in the living room dying and crying
all about all the things for which I always sing
for the love of my family and my efforts
to figure out myself eventually

For the wonder and magic in every cloud
and the restless worms chilling out in the ground
who will manipulate my matter once I’ve tired it out
what will free me to God
how I’m free from all that for now.