pulses of voices rumbling in the
corner I sit with half of my heart
hidden beneath my textbooks
piecing bones back together just to
watch them crumble again.
they’re all talking about today
I only want to talk about yesterday and
tomorrow - searching in a place that isn’t real
today is already too full - a cluttered kitchen, an
unmade bed, ***** laundry, new faces
with new names falling like raindrops far away
they kiss the ocean, far from me
and I’m glad, I don’t want those raindrops
I only want you

today in class I peeled back the
corners of my textbook
and drew your name
across the borders
of each page