God

«I don’t feel safe in the city»,
I don’t feel safe in my body,
assume everything is a warning
it’s raining, it’s raining — it’s storming
I got a text from a really old friend
they gouged out her eyes in a dream she had
she worries about premonitions
we’ve always been superstitious
I throw on a jacket in Edmondson
my mom stopped taking her medicine
I pick her up cigarettes &diet coke
make two more calls &I'm on the way home
with God as my witness and God as my only friend
I never thought that I’d see you around here again
with God as my witness and God as my only friend
will we be this bored when the world ends?