Sweet liquid spread of containers Daughter meet my teacher Such pressure, such pressure, such pleasure You exist Liminality is where I seem to be I immerse myself in its beauty And I never feel so lonesome as I do upon return And I loathe the way you tell me that I need to read and learn These things that we do, things that we do We’re shaking our fears and breaking the others And we’ll laugh while we last if we’re lucky Slow gutsy speech and a dull buzz Sympathetic stranger The whistles, the bus rides, the sand between my toes Checking things off lists that you’d advocate for Sometimes you’ll give more than a dead stare And I never feel so lonesome as I do upon return And I loathe the way you tell me that I need to read and learn You may scare away but you might as well say May scare away but you might as well say it But don’t you be hoping he’ll want it from you someday These things that we do, things that we do We’re shaking our fears and breaking the others And we’ll laugh while we last if we’re lucky