Savanna
I spend half my days wishing I was dead, and the others trying to avoid being alive.
We were just kids when I first kissed you in the attic of my parents house, and I wish we were there now
It took so long to figure out
What this book has been about
Now I write when I’m away, letters that you’ll never read
You said go explore those other women, the geography of their bodies, but there’s just one map you’ll need
You’re a boomerang you’ll see
You will return to me
