Survivor's Remorse
Matt Mutiva
I'm worth my weight in bullshit
When I'm anchored to the bottom
Of a whiskey glass
I hunt for witches in dead galaxies
In perennial gardens
And everybody's too drunk to see
The sadness peeling off the wall
And I realize that I have tormented myself
In the worst desert
Where I am turned upward
In the pouring rain
A mother offers her child
To the destruction of the world
And I go to bed hungry for love
In an apartment loud with silence
So I give half a shit about
When the rent's due, or who I owe
When we're all chasing the same nickel
Any fucking way
So when you ask me what am I having?
And I tell you a good cry
Just be ready, with pen in hand
To lean in and write it all down
The one word answers about my day
The disorienting story about my ex
And there's a heavy heap of reasons
Why I won't leave