My cat cuddles up next to me Like a cat in an anime would.
I pinpoint bubbles and styrofoam Holding fractals of light like a table The sun shines down as I catch the rays.
I try to talk about it all less and less these days I've spent so much time worrying and wanting And tonight I think about the Girl gangs, squads Where we would twiddle and twaddle Forgetting and listening Very little.
I didn't do my eyebrows back then My hair starts to grow down the nape of my neck I'm always worried about dolla bills.
I practice not needing so much Painting in an array of responsibilities I whistle and I wait I whistle and I hope.
I'm not sure what for But it doesn't really matter does it Standing in the crowd Or sitting at the bar I paid for nothing but ubers last night Blinking away the dust Everything is a little different now