Liv Louis - The World Is My Oatmeal (The Farmer Song)

I've been writing letters
But I don't know where to send them
I untied my shoes and tied them again
Just so we wouldn't have to make eye contact

I've been searching for four leaf clovers
Found six or so when I wasn't looking
I know you're supposed to put on your own oxygen mask first
But there are people out there who are starving
People out there standing on crumbling soil
And goddamn it's hard to watch someone suffocating
And I typically refrain from carrying mirrors
My moon is full enough
So lately I've been standing closer to Earth to mollify my blood
And I've been changing colors
Digging my own watering holes
Lena isn't here anymore
Gotta ride out this elevator solo

I know I'll find more when I stop longing
And that brave and afraid are not mutually exclusive
And that I will be okay either way
Without them or not
But sometimes subsistence feels unsustainable
And sometimes I trip over wheelbarrows
I'm trying my best to sow my own
But I could still use a hand sometimes
So I guess I'll just keep growing
'Cause that must mean
That someone somewhere out there could certainly use mine

So what do you care that I'm not a woman
I'm still the same sorry fish I've always been
I could drop out of school and become a farmer
And you couldn't do anything about it

Written by:
Liv Haltermon

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