The trap is you think you have time.
You have time to learn about things
you won’t care about four years from now
and you can grow old like
you weren’t this fragile breathing
piece of flesh like you weren’t aware
you were dying,
you are dying like
you don’t remember you could get shot
today or hit by a car tomorrow or
find cancer in your bone marrow
and eventually the ticking
The trap is you think you can have it all.
That this matters most and
this matters least.
Because you have time to make a career,
to make money, money, money,
to drop mommy and daddy and lovers
for now because you have time,
you have time.
The trap is you think you want love.
That it is easy and good and free.
The trap is you think you love me.
Like you can handle more than just
the idea of me when you can’t even choose
to love someone despite their humanity.
The trap is you think you can buy time.
The trap is you don’t realize this.