dylan ecker
oops I’m smoking a cigarette
on the roof of my mom’s house
and I’m almost twenty-six
and I relate mainly to plants
on fire in a trash can
also the repeat button don’t
doubt me I want to marry this
Porter Robinson song
in a tulip
field under the sugary
radiation of faraway
collisions and after
the rain has practiced
the terrain as if
it’s a xylophone or an impossible
conversation oops
I’m getting ahead of
you put an extra candle
on my cake when I wasn’t
looking