something has changed about
me since i started living away from
people who held me accountable and
now i sit percolating and forget to write
people back when i'm too busy feeling a
strange thing in my stomach that i used to
when i went to a school where i did arithmetic
with numbers of people who looked at me
and now i walk down streets of people in pairs
and groups with my eyes straining against
sides of my skull trying to see if the happy
girls behind me are looking at me funny if
the bus driver is watching me with his eyes
glued on the rearview mirror as i pull
my headphones out from my ears one by one
in case they came loose from my phone and
everyone is hearing my head music
YOU ARE READING
please don't die
Poesiaafter dark beautiful things grow and fester, kissing your mouth, eviscerating your insides.
