Shotguns, jackboots, swastikas, napalm, and lollypops
Heartbeats, songs, dreams, warmth, and shit
Papa, Mom, Benny, Lu, and me
Can I cry now?
Will you laugh when I can’t help singing to sunsets?
Is there, somewhere, some piece of me waiting?
Are we there yet?
Please.
The things in life are what matter, she says,
And I believe her.
But what are things?
things
things