feel the most alone
when im the most sincere.
you all just want a poem
that feels like one of those
"after class" notes you wished
were passed to you in math class
or at least one that reminds you of
what you think that felt like.

well, bad news in Bosnia.

im in arrears to the
myth of self as well,
which is why
i ****** moons out of the night skies
i tattoo my hands beneath.

I don't know what you expec...
never mind.
(laugh track; plays through credits)