Visit Me by Matthew Milia

Everyone's home in sweatpants for the series finale of their discontinued fall prime times
Meredith's in Massachusetts with a colonial toothache and the leaves to rake are burning themselves so I'm
Home watching my dad watch the NFL alone
Wish I still had that eternal telephone
I'd call you

So come on down and visit me
My condition petitions so implicitly
I need you

I'm stuck inside each birthday gift that I ever got
Stuck inside the sounds they make when they shift and rot
Beneath you

I want living love and mental access denser
Than the motel continental breakfast cereal dispenser
I want those eyes you made at me
Those bedside globes
Those orbs

I want your spilt coffee burning my inner thighs
And the watermarks that measure my oscillating size when it dries
And absorbs

So come on down and visit me
My condition petitions so implicitly
I need you

I'm stuck inside the rhythm of your glottal stops
A bottle of codeine and green cough drops
I feed you

Everyone's home in sweatpants for the series finale of their discontinued childhood
I wound up in Providence as a second-rate dramatist
And I'd write the second act if I just could

So come on down and visit me
My condition petitions so implicitly
I need you

I wrote it on the notepad of the suggestion box
I'll breathe the desperation till
The kingdom unlocks
For me too

Appears on Enter the Kingdom