Sometimes it'd be nice if a lot of things would happen
I am not the not sleeping I am not the
Clamoring silence I am not the
Wanting a favor I am not the
Needing anything I can thrive on a breath of stale air a
Heat stroke a
Hollow apple

Watch me

I am not the jiggling ***
The unending winter the
Viola body the half-laden death thoughts the
Disappearing heart murmur the
University applications I can
Fall apart at the 60% in red pen on
Creamy white paper, thick, expensive, sickening

Watch me