My Boots

So?ing Machine

https://fawm.org/songs/330426

everything I do for FAWM 2026 is to be made on my phone, listening only with its built-in mono speaker

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wanted to squeeze in at least a fourth track

initial spark of lyrical inspiration was being preoccupied with things other than FAWM in the past month, but this ended up broader than my own feelings and circumstances

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Life is all triage and roses that smell of my boots
Perfection’s my blood and I drain it to polish my boots

I need one moment
to look past my shoulder
and see I need ten
I’ll carve out when I’m older… not bolder

My fingers tire picking petals off of my boots
Somehow there’s blood that’s not mine on the soles of my boots

This can’t sustain me
but I can’t envision
a self that walks with bare feet
and escape my derision

And yet I yearn for the feeling of grass ‘tween my toes
My partner’s from Stockholm and smothers the socks ‘round my toes
Why can’t I learn to grow genuine fur on my toes?
Maybe I’ll tinker with genes next and claw through my boots