a sonnet of some sorts:
i used to stay up late, almost all night
just me my thoughts and humid air in june
my under eyes would give my friends a fright
sometimes i go back to that mid july
when birds and cars and kids would scream alike
i'd play and laugh and dance and sing and cry
but everything was always out of tune
i'd drink my glass of saltwater in august
i'd hold my knees and call myself reedlike
i'd kick and shout: come get me i'm inside
sweet agony my bones are set ablaze
september winds would shake my very core
my skin all brown and bumpy made of clays
my whole life's always been a hazy fog
i find memories harder and harder to log
october was the name of my best friend.
i used to stay up late, almost all night
if mama saw me she would loose her mind
my head spins circles, shiny, blinding light
and in november there was no one left to hear her cries
oh help my daughter out dear lord she prays
and maybe
just maybe
someday i'll be ok
