Adam Moorad
i grew up pickled
in backwater tubs of moonshine
that was when we still had oceans
when we actually swam and slept in dark beds beneath the sea
with out hands folded around one another
and around us there were bubbles of air to breathe
if i knew there would never be any oxygen again
i would have done something different with my life
i want you to do something different with yours
i want you to order me take-out
when i’m hungry
and feed me cold beer
when i’m thirsty
and smother me in pillows
when i want to fall asleep
alone in my car
in a parking lot
of a ruby tuesdays
on a monday night
with my seatbelt unbuckled
and my skin covered in lipstick
and sharpie tattoos
some of which will bear your name
and some will say ‘i’m sorry’
when this happens
the moon will look robust above us
and i will not tell you anything
i’m feeling
inside of me
and it will be an amazing feeling
