CROSSROADS

hot drive and drunk on a porch swing
gums bleeding over brunch
making yourself throw up in the bathroom at YJ's
cigarettes taped to the wall, jazz coats in gold
bagel here, there

and forcing my lungs full of you.

YEAH IM A NOBODY

just want to be drunk enough to forget my sober mind.
fuck the alarm at 7am.
fuck the spaces i cant feel comfortable in.
fuck the spaces where i dont know what to say.
fuck my ability to roll cigarettes.
two whole weeks gone.

fuck my ability to be so sober. so god damn sober all the time
where is my mind you're only what you are after you die

UNDER TOUCHED

we fell in love and had our hearts broken on the same night to be both dead and alive

UNDER MY KNEE

felt the curve of the wall. into a darkness that i cant even be sure if my eyes are open or closed. saw the shadows into my room from the open door. i'm not going to be sweating in this unfamiliar bed for much longer. (neither feeling the rhythm of my upstairs neighbors having 2am sex.)

i want to clean my new house. fix my closet door. figure out the lighting. repair my bike. recycle. begin and end my days with green tea and honey. drink boulevard on my sister's patio. see the god damn  shining stars in the fucking night sky. run, walk, and make movements for myself.