Last Night. Was the first night I had a thous… Perforating with tender thoughts i… Last Night. Was the the first night, in my lif…

Tried to meditate, too many different people, are inside my head.

I’m not a side dish, I’m not a left—over, you can’t put me away, you can’t save me for later, as with all things,

I feel like I could vomit tears, But that wouldn’t suffice, For amount of years together, Exactly twice, I have no idea...

I can’t say I know, The bed where you lay, The shape, color, and patterns, That makes up your day, I can only say now,

The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.

You collect calluses, Like precious gems, Revering their form, Keeping them close, And if it wasn’t for me,

It feels much less like a kick in… but a slap in the face, I would say ‘fuck it’, but it wouldn’t adequately represe… that was lacked in,

Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.

Despite the rips in between the se… I can’t escape my bones, I can’t fight the dreams, So I wait but, I can’t manage to speak,

‘We’re the same’, Teetering on edges of lines, I ca… And you say again ‘we are the same… Conflating words, Of an honest one,

‘I’ am the lifeless infinite. ‘I’ am the sun, perforating throug… ‘I’ am a strawberry moon. But what is I?