ALASKA
Lucas M.M. Schlicher
Dressed in heavy eyelids.
It won’t mean that much.
As my mind widens,
my heart learns to fear.
Roll me off a mountain,
when I die. When I die.
Dressed in heavy eyelids,
it won’t mean that much.
Won’t you run me over,
with familiar stroke.
As my mouth fills with water,
another nerve gets struck.
Take my sweater to Alaska
Or whatever place you go.
Don’t end up being tethered,
to someone you don’t know.
Take my sweater to Alaska
