I’m Sorry, I’m New at This
Clare Chai
I have a few apples in my soul
That I forgot to eat the other day
Let’s make apple tarts with them
But maybe let’s eat them next time, when you’re not dead
Oh it’s not a temporary thing? Sorry
You led me down the only stone-paved street in the city
Trying to show me some history
When it was wet and I was pulling my luggage
Sorry don’t care much for your old haunts and ghoulish chatter
We’ve been walking thirteen minutes and I still can’t see the sign
Where does it say Ghost Town?
Oh it’s something you feel instead
You’re not being sarcastic are you
Then maybe shopping malls at dawn or bars in the early morn would be ideal
Yes I miss those places
How did you know?
By the way, that feast was great, the other day
When’s the next one, it’s Halloween isn’t it
What, they pretend to be us and then they eat all the treats for themselves?
Selfish brats.
