I’ve been sitting in the crack in the couch

tapping my feet on the coffee table

pourover in hands

left

right

must write

what can pop up in the sphere on top of my neck to make me spit out words



too many screens

after all the paper in front of me used to be a dead tree



too many sighs

after all I left the pain and got what I wished for



too many souls

afterall we’re just one mirror