Maybe it’s not your fault
How I always feel deprived of attention
How I always feel insufficient
How you always make me stay when you’re lonely
The air between us so thin, yet
I’m going astray —forcing the ashtray to weigh
more, more, and more!
The flare on my lips heavy
Grounding me with gravity,
through the cloudy air
my body numb,
my mind the calm sea of:
lousy despair.
an excerpt from my longer piece