Poems About Regret by New Members

Sunlight barely breaks the surface at this depth
sometimes things down here get murky
but I guess three thousand
two hundred
and sixty seven days
is a long time to be underwater
turns out not breathing gets easier when all your friends are digital and you don’t own any mirrors
I can’t be bothered with what’s going on
on terra firma or surfing for over processed fish sticks in the fiber optic sea
I’m way too preoccupied with dreaming of an apex predator who can handle the pressure
I imagine he smells like penzoil
and malice like...

Sunlight barely breaks the surface at this depth
sometimes things down here get murky
but I guess three thousand
two hundred
and sixty seven days
is a long time to be underwater
turns out not breathing gets easier when all your friends are digital and you don’t own any mirrors
I can’t be bothered with what’s going on
on terra firma or surfing for over processed fish sticks in the fiber optic sea
I’m way too preoccupied with dreaming of an apex predator who can handle the pressure
I imagine he smells like penzoil
and malice like...

Sunlight barely breaks the surface at this depth
sometimes things down here get murky
but I guess three thousand
two hundred
and sixty seven days
is a long time to be underwater
turns out not breathing gets easier when all your friends are digital and you don’t own any mirrors
I can’t be bothered with what’s going on
on terra firma or surfing for over processed fish sticks in the fiber optic sea
I’m way too preoccupied with dreaming of an apex predator who can handle the pressure
I imagine he smells like penzoil
and malice like...