Even More Forever

Are you awake yet?
Because if there’s a part of you that’s working,
There’s apart of you that hasn’t sobered up.
In someone’s living room, I’ve only heard the coffee maker,
Someone’s car starting out there on the lawn.
We haven’t seen the sunrise in twenty seven years.
We’ve been waiting; cornered, like we’re animals.
In abandoned living rooms,
We don’t know what we can have and what is saved for someone else who has a key.
Are you asleep yet?
You can tell my ears aren’t burning
All the quiet names make up to make us laugh.
Find us an apartment with enough outlets for all of us
Where we won’t wake up your kid or pets or dad.
This isn’t eating.
We can’t count dollar menu hunger as something that isn’t cold that we can eat.
We aren’t broke yet, but have to find a space
Between our bodies find our minds and walk in off the street.
Can I come home yet?
The jokes are only jokes
And every liar wants his own set of new eyes.
Can I just leave again?
I kept my promises and all I did was read about the end of it on the news.