Thirty from MEMORABILIA by Andhi O'Neill

when you are 30, I’ll be 29
but statistically,
that means I'm still the first to die
I was born with a different chromosome
& so you may have to spend
at least a few years alone
& if I’m young & there’s time
& there’s someone new
I hope he’s dumb but he’s nice
& he cooks for you
& his love has no end
& his art is shit if it exists

when I am 30, you’ll be 31
& I’ll spend my days & nights
searching your body for lumps
because cancer is a crab & anxiety’s a bitch
& your job provides insurance
but neither of us is rich
I’m a louse on a dog on a foggy day
& the rain comes
& it washes me away
to the mud
to the mud
to the dirty ditch

today is the oldest that
I have ever been

• Folk
• bedroom pop
• blissed
• folk pop
• folk rock
• psychedelic
• Peekskill