What I forgot to say is this:

(me, from a conversation earlier tonight)

there was this little rail bridge out by my grandfolks’ farm

there was only one route to the store and it included that bridge

so here you are, going over this rocky little rushing creek

with only two rails, which were under the tires

no side rails, no struts that I could see, no nothing

but your tires and those rails

Made you want to sort of pick the cannibal clown instead

butthole-in-throat-style

What I forgot to say is this:

I am terrified of bridges, I suppose that’s why I’m always burning them.

I think I’m coming out of the darkish sort of fog that had me settled underneath it for the last couple of weeks. I feel like I should run around singing, ‘I can see clearly now’ –just that one line of lyric– at the top of my voice over and over until someone tells me to shut the fuck up with that, they’re sleeping. Or, you know, not done being depressed yet.

Seriously, it’s crazy to me how everything is just so grave when I’m like that.