Apathetic At Three AM

Oh we're all so meaningless,
And so very very fragile.

I wish my lungs drew lead,
Instead of breath and then,

Maybe once in a great great while

I would feel accomplished and whole,

Instead of weak and weary,
And sick and domestic and tired
And smelling of petroleum and oil slicks

I am a baby seal. Gentle on the shore.
I am a tortoise shell on the ocean floor.

I am old and used and empty now.
But who cares about my wrinkles and farts.


Because we all die alone.