I want your party poker and I'll learn to watch porn,
big heart is hardened by rigor mortis and deformed.
Those old rules I set out for the not you are quietly forgotten,
folded neatly and left to dry in the sunshine of ambivalence.
When I used to care I was cruel, I was cruel and irrational
and I made pain everywhere to exert some kind of power.
I want your dense and boring articles about science and the slow
roll of your gravity eye of your wet blanket brow.
I wake up in an unmade bed next to an open laptop,
wake up unphased by the daunting of the day.
When I used to care, sunlight was cruel and sunlight
dragged me from you, now I roll away from a laptop.
Now I call quietly into the morning, shallow breaths
in an easy day free of pain, free for real, really free, for sure.