↳ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

vii

here are the things that i know:
the himalayas are still growing up,
and sharks don't actually kill
that many people per year.

i know that vodka tastes
better than disappointment,
and you look like heartbreak
when you're walking away.

i also know that
we're killing off the rainforests
and we're running out of money;
and that this one time,
a roman emperor loved a man so much
he raised him to be a god.

what i don't know
could make a million more poems
but here is the shortlist;

i don't know
if the stars get lonely or if
angels have to take their shoes off in heaven.
and i don't know
if antinous even wanted to be a god.

(i don't know if your bones ache
the way mine do
when i do not have you near.

and i don't know
if i want to know either.)