there hasn't been enough silence, haven't been enough silences
to hear myself
how is it this time already,
you're breathing like you're sleeping
i thought i saw you tonight, skateboarding down my street,
as i accidentally stepped in puke
reading about schizophrenia on
soggy, sagging furniture
denying a thing exists doesn't make it disappear
but spring comes early in the valleys
so terrified of the good being fleeting
i saved my rolos from christmas seventeen years ago for seventeen years
and never used my favorite body glitter,
now just resting in my childhood closet unopened
yet still so subtly starved for something good