tomorrow I will tie tiny parachutes to everything I own so nothing will ever break again shortly after, a large voice will open up in the floor just to say nothing it will already sound like a yawn   I’ll make pets of the stupidest things to try to distract myself a blueberry muffin, one of my pills, a shoelace, a garden hose I’ll scrub my bathroom like I love you and it’s my only shot I’ll mow the moonlight off my lawn I’ll heavily pepper whatever I eat and pretend it’s some kind of sacrifice   tomorrow I will tie tiny parachutes to everything I own so nothing will ever break again then, petty as I wanna be, I’ll cut the strings on all those parachutes which will make me feel as good as the average american haircut because saying goodbye to my personal safety is my favorite goodbye goodbye   tomorrow I will tie tiny parachutes to everything I own so nothing will ever break again but after another night of yes vs. no beneath my scratchy blankets I’ll still wake to a roomful of shitty-black broken things dumb and big as raw meat valentines a porcupine without needles or love   -Peter Schwartz Read More