Everyone I've Ever Loved

Lives in chunky cups of soup behind my eyes.

Everyone I've ever loved

Lives in chunky cups of soups behind my eyes

If I could bring us all to a simmer in one pot

Just once before I die

I'd have to quit my job marketing wool blindfolds

And take fittings for a quilt we could all hold.

The more I hate the system

The greater its power over me.

The longer you lie,

The more we'll yell when you tell.

Paving pothol…