The Landlord Should Probably Get Venmo
Jesse Della Riley
Everything dies & people are shitty
& they make each other feel bad
and that’s bad
but my new apartment seems alright.
I moved my stuff in this morning.
There’s old carpet, some stains
that look like beer but could be anything,
really. The kitchen’s a little sticky.
I could probably fit a dog in here,
you know, if I have time to walk it.
There are things I’ve escaped.
I want to believe those places in me have died.
Most dead things take up a lot of space.
All of this comes from a twitter thread I read this morning.
I know I’m unoriginal and steal things.
I also think people are shitty,
but this is unoriginal too. My whole generation
thinks that. At least the ones on the internet,
which really just means the people I follow
on twitter. We’re all detached
& smart & have weird expectations.
I think it was the position of Uranus
when we were born that caused this.
How is work going.
I built my bed, and it took longer than an hour.
Holding the middle frame and the four sides all at once
so I could nail in a single screw was the hard part.
I am always finding myself with harmless people
who deserve tenderness. I want to hate something living.
I have a hard time hating abusers unironically.
The apartment doesn’t care.
Just asks us to be well enough to write a check
& seal its walls with plaster.
Be through with it.
This is more about the landlord
than the apartment, so I’m really saying
I don’t know anything about the walls we’re living in.
I asked about how to pay rent
& we have to write paper checks before the 1st.
We will figure this out.
The bathroom, by the way, had a cockroach,
and I was afraid to kill it. I don’t know where it went.
I am hoping I will sleep better here than at my last place.
But you worry too much & though I love you
I’m scared I cannot give you anything.
We should probably get married sometime.
That is the law & the law is full of dreams.
I get turned on by it.
I have been trying to attend to my own body,
but there is no easy method for this.
I like humor, and so does Twitter.
Laughing is a kind of over the counter medicine,
and I would welcome a conversation about the weather,
you know, if you get home early and it’s still sunny out.
How do you make your body get up in the morning.
I want to learn how you fall asleep.
I want to learn how you laugh when you
accidentally hit caps lock and something
expands into a drama. I want to learn
how a cherry stem stains your fingers
if you order a milkshake. What does
sand look like on your cheeks. There’s
a phrase you say over and over again. I
want to hear you say it for years. Maybe
tell me the types of plants you want in a garden.
And what TV you fall asleep to. The place
you go when you feel like the world’s pretty OK.
Do you know the weather for tomorrow?