I saw you crying on Thursday, and the birds cried too
I saw you crying on Thursday, and the children stopped playing to watch you
But when I cry…
When I cry the water leaks from my feet and leaves a path of decay in my wake
When I cry the water leaks from the my calloused soles
and the salt feeds the earth
and I destroy the trees
and the drinking fountains for goats
Seriously, that’s not a metaphor, my feet actually leak!
I’m seeing a doctor about it on Tuesday!
So I won’t call you until then.
– Scott Sandwich