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Fucking fig trees
They grow like weeds when you get around to planting them
Finally I want every filthy piece of that one at the top
The one I didn’t think would grow
That I promised myself I was too indipendent, impatient and unhungry for
I want to bite into it and suddenly I’m melting into a couch after a long day
We’re still in our work clothes and my bracelet clinks against your watch
And I want summer nights on our porch
Where we talk concernedly about the state of the lawn
And debate on what kind of flowers we should get next year
I convinced myself I could live without all of this
Build up on far away places that I could find myself in
Where I could bury into a purpose far above all of this tiny life I built in some big city
But I want to walk past houses and debate girl and boy names and hear the car lock as you walk in with a suit on tossing a briefcase down falling into the couch
We bitch about our work days and bosses we thought we’d have seniority over by now
Smoke and tell the neighbors it’s a skunk and make some kind of bullshit Pinterest salmon rice bowls and go to sleep
and if that’s every day
If im not on a stage or reclused in a cabin writing a book
Or hurrying to death in some all consuming fixing the world purpose
I would be so happy with it, forever
About the Creator
AJ
Because locking myself in a dimly lit house on the seaside and feverishly pouring my soul out on a typewriter is not available to me right now
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