you don’t have the
monopoly on grief
and neither do I.
we’re just
kicking up copper dust
and wishing we were high
going through the motions
as if that’s good enough.
there’s a competition in my head
to find out who’s more tough
and I’m winning, I’m winning
I’m stronger by far,
but we’re rooting for each other,
at least, in my head
we are.
