You are so so deep underground
so buried beneath all of the dirt and
squiggly worms
way beneath footsteps in shops
that sell suits

so so deep underground
that I can't dip
deep enough
to find you

without lying
without telling ugly little lies
to you
because I want to get closer
but you would hate to know
that I lied
even if you loved me,
even if you don't and I know it.
And I know all of this without writing it down.

and meet you, where you are
pink sheets
or blue ones with blood stains
which do you choose?

this is where it ends
this is where I wish it ended
We are all so happy.