Ode to Mitski
while driving today to pick up groceries
I drive over the bridge where it would be
so easy to drive right off the water
a blanket to lay over my head its fevers
I do want to live most days but today
I don’t I could let go of the wheel
and close my eyes but Mitski in my speakers
pulls me back to earth she keeps my hands
on the wheel when I want and I so often
want to die Mitski I cannot speak
to you like you speak to me a thousand lilies
rise up from the field on the other side
of the bridge I will fix my eyes to the field
with your help I will make it across
źródło: Read A Little Poetry
10.09.2026