Hammerhead

All I really know is that I'm Never coming home And I'm sorry that I didn't tell you so I'm go and get an internship And then I'll get a job And then I'll pack all of my shit up and fucking go I'll go to Mexico I'll go to Canada I'll mail myself to New York city in a box You'll never hear from me again Save for an envelope I'll send Containing fifteen billion dollars and some photographs of dogs For half of my short life I've kept A drawer in my room for all the Little trinkets I consider gold Photographs, bottle-caps, Lanyards, flowers, crumpled map Things that look particularly old The plan has always been That I should through them out the window If the building were to catch on fire Given the dogs are safe outside But the drawer is full of trash And I could turn it all to ash Just for the fleeting joy I'd get from adding More smoke to the sky I'll go to Mexico I'll go to Canada I'll mail myself to New York city in a box You'll never hear from me again Save for an envelope I'll send Containing fifty billion dollars and some photographs of dogs Well sharks are smooth if you pet them one way They are spiky pet the other And my mom said that if they stop moving they'll die Hammerheads swim past I've got my face up against the glass As I whisper to my sisters "as will I" I'll go to Mexico I'll go to Canada I'll mail myself to New York city in a box You'll never hear from me again Save for an envelope I'll send Containing fifty billion dollars and some photographs of dogs --- Hammerhead - Penelope Scott