I grew a fig tree

Fucking fig trees

They grow like weeds when you get around to planting them

Finally I want every filthy piece of that one at the top

The one I didn’t think would grow

That I promised myself I was too indipendent, impatient and unhungry for

I want to bite into it and suddenly I’m melting into a couch after a long day

We’re still in our work clothes and my bracelet clinks against your watch

And I want summer nights on our porch

Where we talk concernedly about the state of the lawn

And debate on what kind of flowers we should get next year

I convinced myself I could live without all of this

Build up on far away places that I could find myself in

Where I could bury into a purpose far above all of this tiny life I built in some big city

But I want to walk past houses and debate girl and boy names and hear the car lock as you walk in with a suit on tossing a briefcase down falling into the couch

We bitch about our work days and bosses we thought we’d have seniority over by now

Smoke and tell the neighbors it’s a skunk and make some kind of bullshit Pinterest salmon rice bowls and go to sleep

and if that’s every day

If im not on a stage or reclused in a cabin writing a book

Or hurrying to death in some all consuming fixing the world purpose

I would be so happy with it, forever