Tuesday, March 10, 2020

drunk poet

a type of toy car waffling
b/w depressing solidity and
honestly— Dissolving Boundaries
I miss her!
magical in my bedroom
when the clutter is 
when shit takes on
guilt until    riddled
where to put the voice
when I'm drinking 
if it were a game
if I were a spy 
I'd be in AA looking 
straight down my own cam
we're of out of body in
street clothes on the bed

she says publish these
throws the loose leafs at me
dedicated to her parents and
written from their perspectives
I'm done, Outside 
by Shower Time
which sways, the glimpse
of the boys 
he saw my shoes
don't touch my face
driving towards luna
fully chewing 
on quarantine