that you are God

[reasons_to_stay]

I'll die happy the day
all the lights turn red
(and no one runs them.)

The day the trees
all pack their things and
swim back to Antarctica,
where they're from.

I'll be happy the day
the grass pokes its head
up through the asphalt.

The day the ocean
up and swallows California whole.

The string around my finger broke
but I remember,
I remember.