trauma is impending (had been)
knocks on your door at 12, midnight
inaudibly pragmatic
laughs with you
laughs while reminding you to stop
writes about art
dances in the rain and sets you too
sings to you, taylor, or lana
when children make art,
they dont apologize
when they become one,
they see more, it makes no sense
asks you to pet then
crawls over you, kills you
trauma is inaudible, it roars then
