Polyester piles
What's the point of talking for seven minutes
Nothing’s new and I still need to come visit
Hypothetical way of thinking
Cyclical it comes back with ringing
Pop my ears like ascending elevation
It's a last ditch effort at evasion
Reupholster all the chairs
All the heirlooms need repair
Aside from that, they just don't match
I feel detached, only fabric scraps
Reaffirming every tear
Plastic bags have piled up in the hallway
And I swear I’ll move them all by Tuesday
All the space I know that I'm wasting
Disarray, not enough to clear away
Obscure or vague, it feels like an obligation
I can't miss another routine conversation
And then I do
Just to miss the well's
Committing to
Polyester piles
Reupholster all the chairs
All the heirlooms need repair
Aside from that, they just don't match
I feel detached, only fabric scraps
Reaffirming every tear
