Cut

I don’t cut,

I’m just cut up

Into tiny perfect pieces.

It’s better that way 

It makes me easier to swallow;

Easier to consume. 

Distant Relatives

At the funeral someone always says, 

“You alright? I don’t think you spoke much, did you?” 

And I shake my head and say, 

“I feel a bit guilty I’m not upset.” 

And arms will receive, saying,

“Well, you never really knew them.” 

I’m worried that when I’m dead 

I’ll ask myself

“Well, are you upset?”

And, I’ll reply, 

“Well, 

I never really knew me.”

So this is my first piece on here, ‘Why Don’t We’

I’d rather,

Skip the awkward glances,

The breathy laughs,

The,

‘My hands are cold,’

Or the,

‘So, what year are you in again?’

Why don’t we start with;

‘It was nice to meet you,’

Then work backwards,

Until,

When we meet,

We’re already best friends.