my friend kennedy used to announce to my eleventh grade algebra two class that "it's hungry in here"
and i felt that then
and i feel that now but instead of it's hungry in here, i think it's sad in here while i lay in my bed at midnight
i'm supposed to be asleep, dreaming good
but instead i'm thinking of everything—
the what if's, the if i could go back's, the someday's
they make it sad in here, just like the absence of you
YOU ARE READING
Somewhere Around My Orbit
Poetryi've placed a piece of myself in each poem in this book. this is the story of me.
