It’s impossible not to hear that bubblegum pop and hate every word that comes after. God, she chews like it’s nobody’s business but does it through a microphone. My eyes are screaming I DON’T CARE in silent blasts- What’s new? Shelley’s cut her knee John’s taken up smoking Emma’s stopped seeing that boy and they tell me it’s all poetry and peace there’s all meaning in the tragedy silver linings lace the pain. I’m waiting on the text that should’ve arrived last week on the words that’ll stay unsaid; I’m waiting for the train I can jump on quick to a place I’ll feel just feeling where everything simply is what it is. I’m waiting I’m waiting.