I'm having tea with the enemy
it's just an every day thing
though the sea rushes between my lungs
I still haven't drowned
moonlike, you pull my tides
and it somehow keeps me whole
still, I fear the undercurrent
there's something in that
which tastes like drowning
heavy, salty, sincere
I believe the world is ending
with every single breath
but, see, the problem with the thing
is it keeps on starting again
and then I lose track
truth, lie, faith, hope, despair
which of these is my cup?
I put the poison in my tea
please don't take it
each saucer has its spoon
tea, tea, so much water!
is this where the ocean was born?
let it in, let it in, let it in
who can say where that sky did go
oh moon, I may defy you
you mean your currents to hold me
but I am not so buoyant
and my heart's abandoned ship
it's funny
how everything returns to drowning