We don’t really cook anymore
It’s just easier now
Not worrying about
Pots and pans and knives and forks and napkins and
Instead thinking about waking.
If ever there was a right time, it would be now
I die when you call them movies
Insisting that they’re films
One semester I studied it
I know better than you.
I surrender
If I’m not the best why bother?
I’m lonely but in an existential way
I’m not simple
I don’t just want.
I complain
I’m not the best now
I liked hurting girls
You know I’m well read?
It doesn’t stop there
I worry still
Just about me.
But also
I’m still worried about what we’ll drink
And what’s for dinner
I think tomorrow is important but I'm starving.