send me their record

i have been thinking
a lot

about what it means
to be

human
these days

to be
a soft thing

scratched on
vinyl soul

skipping
over tracks

stuck in our
grooves

itching to
move

the needle edged
too deep

unable to
eradicate completely

ourselves from
being played

begging them 
listen

knowing they
already have

found everything
they were promised

and we
are not

it