kitchen table liturgy

i don’t want to know

you know?

i dont want to know about your tv or your money or your fucking mortgage or your car or your band or your shitty etsy store. i want to know you, restless stranger, beautiful rambler. let’s shake off our skin a little and turn into humans having a human experience. connect to me and witness me in my complexity and absurdity and my disgusting humanness and let me connect to you too.

i want you when the party is over half dressed and wild eyed and i wanna know what you dream about and what you’re afraid of and that weird noise you always make because it’s funny to you. 

tell me about your dead friends and the pedestal they occupy in your mind where you dust the altar of their being and unbeing because i know that feeling too clutching rainbow dollar store feather dusters forever.

i want campfire nights and tent laughter and tent cold and throwing cigarettes in the lake by accident.

i dont want reality tv or jokes about your spouse or you describing tiktoks to me. tell me about that time your mom died and it was weird and you hadn’t forgiven her yet but now she’s an angel and it makes you feel hollow inside.

tell me about that time you fell in love hard for a summer with a french fruit picker and you thought it was gonna be forever but it wasn’t and that you’re okay with it now because that love was so sweet just like summer wine country fruit. 

tell me about your vodka and gatorade and that guy you never got over or the one you did but you still think about sometimes. tell me what makes you feel small, what makes you feel big. 

tell me about your favourite book and that you’ve read it a hundred times sitting happy grilled cheese sandwich ketchup kitchen table liturgy greasy glasses page after page. 

tell me about your brothers and ill tell you about mine except my story is a little sad and a little weird and a little rezzy too. hope you remember to laugh when we get to the part about jail.

god just tell me about you so i can know you and feel you and understand you as a human, so i can understand myself as a human and we can be humans together as we were meant to be. 

fuck this ai, planning intimacy, talking stage, euro trip, fuck ass tiktok bullshit inspo influencer reality tv traitors hair extensions bbl new drake album(s) horseshit. sick of mean people and bad vibes and everyone’s fucking ego and their goddamn dogs and their promotions and their off leash free range organic grass fed grass free soy free mocha latte summer convertible tesla right wing hate speech but im the victim actually mindset because i don’t wanna know, you know. 

i just want to see you.