i think the end of the world would be okay
with you
hairstill and arms waving
wrapped in clothes and hands and the music as it fades out
and more fades in
our hands interlace in air anchored by elbows
and someone threw the stars out into the sky like spit
all the dandruff sprinkled over all we know
i don’t know how it would end
i don’t know how the stars would disappear
or if it would be us that went first
stepping off the edge like waiting for a stair that isn’t there
but i think i would lie still
arms full of you
mouth numb to all i don’t want to hear
with you
hairstill and arms waving
wrapped in clothes and hands and the music as it fades out
and more fades in
our hands interlace in air anchored by elbows
and someone threw the stars out into the sky like spit
all the dandruff sprinkled over all we know
i don’t know how it would end
i don’t know how the stars would disappear
or if it would be us that went first
stepping off the edge like waiting for a stair that isn’t there
but i think i would lie still
arms full of you
mouth numb to all i don’t want to hear
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 keerthi sridharan is a poet and musician currently living in oberlin, OH. a self-certified diplobrat™, she studies english literature and cries about hamlet on a daily basis. in her spare time she can be found writing songs, drawing on her arm, and forgetting to charge her phone. she tweets @thecopperkeerthi |
