as i try to get out of this room, raining from the ceiling
stormy stories of guests one upping each other and drinking
i am smiling and i do not know why; as if a curve of my lips
will quell the sinking knot inside my stomach
out, out, out, this is all i desire. no one to see these lurid
butterflies drowning in the acids of the ocean
about to spill out. i do excuse myself to the bathroom
but there is nothing i can do to keep myself from
these overly simple complications, these people you call friends
undulating in my living room with their constant bickering
YOU ARE READING
in a house miles and miles away from you
Poetrymy house had all sorts of problems with it, and since i lived out in the country i had to fix them. of course. these poems were inspired by my adventures outside
