Admit -

I admit that I stayed in the nest for too long

At least I never really fell out of it

We came home and we sat upon the couch

And turned off until we began to enjoy it

Well

We watched the room all apart around us

Dust up in the corners

Heads sewn to co-dependence

Oliver Sacks sitting on a stack of books in the kitchen

Our cats are watching law in order

Someone told me in a dream I had

That «Love, sans

Maturity, is suicidal tendency.»

So sick of the feel of this shit

It’s a bottomless pit

And you’re never gonna climb out of it

But we did

Well

We did well not to listen I thought

To listen