I only give gifts on Christmas and birthdays
I can tie a man's tie.
Make a good breakfast
Iron a pair of pants.
I get lost in the sound of my laughter
Alone in a room with no windows that matter
I do not remember the joke
I'm not sure it was the joke that was funny.
I can't find my way back on
Hiking paths that are circles
My clean laundry
Is in the hamper.
I do not know what I'm waiting for
So I can function like a person
I do not know what I'm waiting for
So I can be a whole person.
I'm not broken
Fuck that
But I would like to be fixed.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Her Blue Dress: A Collection (Watty's 2019 Winner)
ŞiirA collection of poems, cover by: @itsmarrosee || I am the fray at the end of the yarn, cut from the new blanket, before it becomes a gift.
