i’m unplugging the month old box fan for the first time since i moved in september 22nd the first day of fall and im excited i was made for the slight breeze of the morning and the warmth right before the setting sun but like i said i’m unplugging the month old box fan since i took it out of its box when i moved into mine august 29th a midwestern summers peak when i truck back into the alley of a save a lot and the empty room i moved into it doesn’t really matter though cause it’s two in the morning of the morning after i shoved the first box fan i ever bought myself under the last bed my mother would ever force upon me and i’m getting upset about the rate at which the world keeps turning so maybe i’m sad because i haven’t seen my friends since i saw my broken box fan i had for four high school summers and didn’t have to purchase with my own barista money and i miss the way we’d understand the nonsense and sit too close together but it doesn’t matter cause yesterday way september 22nd. the first day of fall and i was excited and i am excited because i’m unplugging that month old box fan that drowns the quiet in an empty room alone at 2 in the morning
the dusk wastes its pity on me. in its muted retiring lights, i have learned a terrible habit of forcing poems out of my mouth, when maybe all i wanna do is be as quiet as the wounds nesting inside my head.
a second at a second eyes knew something of a golden weapon a minute at a minute a sunrise's glitch before you know it an hour at an hour dinner a feast desert sour a day at a day one sunny one rainy all different says a week at a week Mondays lazy Fridays a smiley cheak a month at a month nothing permanent each a season at once a year at a year every beginning to the ending you near a glance at a glance still dont know the hallways of a billion stance