Mosquitos under the lampshade,
dilly dallying without care —
a drop here, a drop there,
then drinking some more
to sober up in the morning.
My ankles are stiff
from holding up empty weight.
Old promises flare up
and shed like dead skin,
but the memories remain —
this time, without the foolhardy
beliefs of growth.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 1:18 PM UTC
Mosquitos under the lampshade,
dilly dallying without care —
a drop here, a drop there,
then drinking some more
to sober up in the morning.
My ankles are stiff
from holding up empty weight.
Old promises flare up
and shed like dead skin,
but the memories remain —
this time, without the foolhardy
beliefs of growth.
