time i never seem to have enough of it
and now broken broken ive broken the red clock that hung in the tv room
right above the sofa set of my family's pride
new covers, new detergent, what else is new
sobriety yes from the year this has been the year that will be
christmas and hellos and omggggg you look so pretty!!
new notebooks all fake and tender from the thought of wasted ink
ink that i wasted on tenders and legalities, it's demonic, it's senseless, stupid beyond measure
and never again will it make my cheeks burn like that blue room with blue winter kids and the bluest silver lines across their palms
us, we used to be pink and sullen, 3 jackets 1 sweater we've become grey and greyer, gay and gayer
i worry. whatever will our children learn.
