I feel a little
A lot
Sitting at the desktop computer
I tell Mama can’t you see father
Chose to not be here with us?

Why mourn?
Why mourn.

My ex boyfriends friends troll me on the internet
Like they must be angry I hit back with a gentle fist
To say no, no more.

I went through and deleted the remains I could
Awake in the morning
A crook in my neck
I know I’ve gotta start exercising again.

The energy in the wooden house is high
Intense
The past echo and croons around us
As I paint onto everyone’s foreheads
“Just be here in the present with me.”