Today I made a list of importants
it had food and water and habits and
the next time I walk away from myself
I'll make sure I find a mirror
climb in behind me
today I made a list of importants
it had dreams
and nothing
and everything
the second thing my father ever told my mother
was to never teach him a lesson
today I made a list of importants
it was nothing like this

I realized

I’m happy shaking as wildly

As I can

 

I need to.

It feels so good

 

A star exploding

Disrupts a vacuum

All the holes you used to dig

In your mother and father's backyard

To see the perfect balance of the dirt you just removed

Right next to the hole it fits right into

Your parents never yelled

But they looked into your eyes

Like the dirt you dug was a shadow

You don't have to be so anxious anymore

Nobody's looking at you

Right now you're thinking to yourself,

"I hope this is even half as cathartic for Norm McDonald as it is for me,"

him watching with his arms crossed,
you crushing a fluorescent lightbulb onto a series of colorful rugs you pulled across the alter
their shards illuminating the air between yourself and just pew
after pew
after pew
of the most confused and confusing.

Somewhere within there, two men decide this was a bad idea, and you run, literally grasping at that same air in front of you; pulling at it with each step feeling a little slower, and a lot more silly. But if you could just get a grip- if you could get even so much as a handful, you would tug it like a rope, pull yourself forward - but instead you will swim toward nothing - instead, you are stuck, spinning slightly.

i could be the most american
and smell the fireworks from across town
and see you on the blanket
laying over on the lawn
and when the world doesn't need us around
i could be the most american
and feel our home together, breathing
and I could be the most american
silent through every sound