I am taking myself

Down off these walls

I will leave no imprint

But I was here

 

I felt the air

And breathed existence

And I took pictures for verification

But seemingly not enough

 

I listened to the birds

Singing in the dead of night

Who knew 3am

Was the morning?

 

I hung the posters

Then scraped off tape

I came

I made

I lived

And only I will ever know

 

Why do we think everything grows up

It’s only us

Lay on your back and arch—

 

The grass grows down

It has always grown down

It will always grow down

Down into the earth

Long after we’re gone

 

I packed a picnic of thoughts today

And tagged them for a later date

 

I wish the basket wasn’t breaking

It still has marks

From previous owners

Who came

And made

And lived

And no one would ever have known

 

But I found it

And I saw it

And I know that they used it

And maybe took pictures

To verify their existence

But seemingly not enough