boxes (feat. J.D. Mollison)

My new place was humble Just a little Utah-shaped room In the basement of a butcher shop One little window Looking out on a graveyard It was the first place I found I didn't have any furniture I let Jackie have it all Wanted to be as low-conflict as possible So all I had was a bunch of frayed cardboard boxes Borrowed from a friend Who had just left a poet They had sharpie scrawls all over them Naming rooms that I didn't have "office" "Attic" "Den" I started out sleeping on the floor Thinking, ok tomorrow I'll run out to the store Get an air mattress or something But-i don't know, I just kind of got used to it It felt monastic Like I was doing penance Such a good boy Oh yeah, the place had spiders too Atone for the darkness within That's right Shelob! Yeah, I named her Shelob So fucking basic You belong here with us spiders Hidden away in the basement With other cursed things I had had plans to you know, do the place up But I just kind of lost my drive I ordered some basics on Amazon A beanbag chair, a bath mat, a couple sauce pans A...colander? Not like I cooked Honestly the grocery store freaked me out I really didn't want to leave the house That's death out there! Actual, literal death I could hear it Going door to door Yeah no thanks Mostly I did delivery A lot of delivery Tracking the driver on my phone Watching them out the peephole Waiting till they're gone Crack open the door Snatch my food Slam it shut Sanitize Eat my dindin with a plastic fork Reclining on my boxes While binging old horror movies Night of the Living Dead Bride of Frankenstein And The Wolfman