twelve forty three a.m.
I want for nothing
I am sustained on blueberries and
a rich fantasy life alone
worshipping fantasy because i
can’t think of anything more honest
gonna eat a whole carton of blueberries
i can’t remember the last time
you told me the truth
checking out
I was born in the hot tub
of a motel super 8
my destiny?
107 lashes and infinite wisdom
you can fill the void
with sour candy
you can play god
if you want
maybe you should try it
when I’m lonely I like to go all the way outside
to tell the moon good night
I wake to spend another afternoon sifting
through cold coffee grounds with
bare hands, thinking to myself,
“when the air is no longer heavy on my skin,
I will miss it”
it’s okay to dream of something humble
lately
been working on my plant id
been learning to name
my feelings as they come
been trying to write
fewer love poems
been fooling myself as if
every poem isn’t a love poem
to somebody
today I am fragmented,
made up of white noise
a little voice in my head says
it’s okay to feel safe here
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