don't do well with time limits -
be packed to leave at 10 am sharp
my im oh missing my
BASIC NEEDS
i have clothes and company
(and of course everyone assumes that's what's best,)
but i NEED cold air and solitude
gradually grasping at hints of these,
but nothing fills my stomach
like being in my empty room
with the fan on

*((leave me the **** alone))

but i do not possess elegent words
that swirl like ink on expensive papers
and i won't try to pretend i'm a cheap copy,
mueseum gift shop brand of the constitution.

i've only got
my chicken scratch sentences
formed into organic shapes
pasted up with dripping glue

i don't write poetry
what am i doing
i could say the same for my being
feeling at home neither here nor there -
I DON'T WANT TO SOUND SILLY
skin cells scream

head against concrete
my actions personify,
and whisper in your ear to beat me ******
- you don't usually get the message