I love you when you’re staring at me through the water

I’ve seen something and now I’m scared I’m going to love you.

And God I’m imploding, you’re pressing on my insides, my liver and kidneys and I have the overwhelming urge to die.

As if it’s a vision of some feeling you will give me, at a later date. You’ll hang me on chicken wire and turn me to bread which you will feed to the ducks. It’s okay, I like the ducks. It’s okay I like the ducks and I like that they need me.

Now I’m bread decomposing at the bottom of the pond in the garden with the awfully long grass. It is winter and i'm cold, and then I see you. This gentle reflection on the surface of the water fishing out pieces of bread and smiling.

And so now I’ve seen it all, and I’m scared and I love you, obviously.