When You Consider Gravity

There is nowhere to go but up, which isn’t true, especially when you consider gravity and the six feet they like to bury you under. I don’t need to get up, anyway. I’d like to lie here in bed with you. I’d like to get high, sure, but then I just want to put my head on your soft shoulderblade. Away we go, horizontal and stopped right here, like a frozen bird or a broken scale.

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