when the fridge stops working, and the dishwasher floods the kitchen
when the drywall cracks beneath the weight
of childhood portraits anchored into its abyss
yeah, when the city crumbles, when the lights turn off
when the big one comes
and the asteroid wipes out half the human race
when we stumble through the blacked-out city, 12am, dizzy and numb
looking up at the stars
asking which one we’ll become
say that you’ll find me
in the fault lines, and used glass bottles
in stifled screams
bite your hand until it bleeds
spin around in circles, and wash the fuse go
in flashlight tag
in melting icicles and broken teeth
i’m gonna fix it
i’m gonna hold your hand, and take a deep breath
and make a to-do list
rip out the floors, scavenge for scraps among the wreckage
of things that used to be
hang the paintings on a stud line
frame the pictures new again
fix the wires
and make a cup of tea
when the walls start to shake
and the sky wraps it’s spindly fingers right around my throat
when my fingers are numb to the touch
and the world fades out to grey
and we’ll make the best of a bad deal
we’ll laugh and sit in awkward silence
we’ll hold hands, and i’ll think
that you’re worth a couple stars
and that’s nothing new