I have this list of things,
many ruinous, mundane things.
—2 cokes,
—1 bread,
—existential dread
I write them as they come,
tapped into existence by my fingers,
in a rush.
—People’s,
—Places’,
—Dog names
They bask in the otherness
that brings them together.
—Heartache,
—numbers,
—reminders
I feel protective of them,
the mishmash, ugly family of things.
—Mom’s birthday
—Father’s Day
—“I want to go away.”
Because I made them, and they know me,
the real me.
Jun 19, 2023
Jun 19, 2023 at 2:43 PM UTC
I have this list of things,
many ruinous, mundane things.
—2 cokes,
—1 bread,
—existential dread
I write them as they come,
tapped into existence by my fingers,
in a rush.
—People’s,
—Places’,
—Dog names
They bask in the otherness
that brings them together.
—Heartache,
—numbers,
—reminders
I feel protective of them,
the mishmash, ugly family of things.
—Mom’s birthday
—Father’s Day
—“I want to go away.”
Because I made them, and they know me,
the real me.
