Do I even like this?
I don’t even know if it makes sense.
Here goes nothing.

a young boy found a cave
on the underside of the
city. and sold the story
to the newspapers.

and we had to move.
because they all
wanted to interview us.

we thought we had gotten
away with some skin left
intact.

but if i lived deliberately,
i wouldn’t be considered
original.

i will run away from what
i can’t see and you and i
will lay in this field of beds.