Cold wet hair // wind seeps in through the cracks // cold sweat // sweet Thursday. Lost between days, days, daze // blurt every bit of laughter and talk and classroom memory // before nightfall // before collapse // before being striken down by the same joke you laughed at // because one year is time enough // everybody knows that // everybody lives by it. Right? Right? /10:19
All in good time, of course // what did you expect? // We never not grin in our girly piquant soury tangy way /??:??
Heavy body // I might melt in the back of an auto // thick puddle // messy // smudge of green and yellow // faces through a glass screen // am I protecting? Is it practiced hurt? Am I replacing a numbness with another? /18:34
Mitski and blues in the metro // I don't really like anyone at all // maybe now I am but a shout // waiting by the railing outside the station // blurry metal // I'm a puppet strung // I'm a poet strung /19:51
What is worse?// I don't know what's worse! // Things are very simple! // Look straight ahead and don't! Turn! Your! Head! (To! Where! He's! Walkin'!)
I don't really like anyone ever but! nothing even really matters at all /21:16
