crush

i found a human bone on the beach oh lord, i do not know how to talk to a crush

the voice on the other end of the phone cracks laughter pouring through the speaker into my ice-filled cup i take long sips while we talk about selkies, and mermaids jacked up on SARMS

it doesn’t have to be a human bone we could go down in history for finding proof of some mythos Atlantis, buried underneath the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk

are you just feeling your mortality right now? darling, i took anatomy, and i know what human bones look like, but for you i will play the fool /it doesn’t have to be a human bone/

if i say i am feeling my mortality for you, will that admission get me any closer to god?