The coffee machine filled my espresso right up to the lip
So much so that when I lifted it off the platform,
It spilled and dribbled down the side of my mug
And I though, wow
That reminds me of me

I set my jacket on the chair
But the sleeves were too deep
And it kept sliding off and falling to the ground
And I thought, wow
That reminds me of me

Galileo said that the sun was indeed the center of the universe
But no one would believe him
Wow
That sounds a lot like me

Once I put my pen to paper
And all the ink flooded and spilled out
Because it couldn’t wait to scribe down my
Own beautiful eloquent thoughts
And all know

My depth and wit
Swallows and overwhelms
Impresses and inspires
You and everyone I know

I like gazing into your still pool eyes
Because if I stare hard enough
I can see
Myself
In the reflection

And in conclusion
Me me me me
Me me
Me

They keep telling me there is nothing I could have done.
They say that I couldn't have stopped it from happening,
as if that is supposed to make me feel better.

As if the fact that horrible things happen
and there is no way to prevent them
should come as a comfort to me.

There is evil in this world,
and you can either
ignore it,
attempt to banish it,
or try to save those you love
from it.

There is no correct choice.

You will fail,
regardless.

I was going to write a story about my mother
but I realized that explaining how she felt alien
within her surroundings
and succumbing to her distractions
and vanity
would give her qualities of humanity
that she did not deserve.
Not because I didn't want someone
to sympathize or feel pity for her
but because
she simply isn't
human at all