the untied states

walden freeman

oh, my darling, quarantine
our diseases we spread
too thin,
we ate our disorders
with grains of salt
to gain
an understanding
of the weight
we can't take off our shoulders

why would we?
why would anyone
ever come back here?
the pictures, framed
the faces, posed
for questions
i'm sick of
sour fucking milk on the table for breakfast

you're a talented sleeper
don't let me take that away from you