I’m reading Marina’s poetry
While listening to her music
As I’m drinking coffee
And using up a cafe table;
She’s asking me –

“Are you satisfied?”

While writing about her fear
Of growing old alone
And losing the good sadness
In favor of flat happiness;
Now she’s teaching me
How to be a heartbreaker
But i can’t even make a heart beat
I thought I could…once
Now i just kick then to the street,
Her voice is growing louder
Mixing her melancholia
With my manic
And i know there are people
Reading about this pain
Numb to the damage
In favor of their own
How can I not understand
That this is the way
Of our circular world

I gotta go
Marina’s telling me
She needs a disconnect
And so do i.