you speed up time or
take a seat with it.
anyone he looks at, he likes
you can see how much it gets you turned on–
the straight edge of a ruler
you used to prop yourself against the mirror
trying to see yourself against the marks on the
he’s walking in the door
i’m walking in school corridor
and the kids all seem stupid
and i’m the only one.
make a mess,
the puddles the old conversations in my
head, the fake lies, the stories i
told myself the new horizon,
butting into conversations with
cocky, uncaring jokes
“he doesn’t like you”
you say, half smiling, lazy
the coffee maker doesn’t work so now you have to
boil the water yourself waking up isn’t easy
your friends all say they’re breaking too
but you don’t know if they are listening.
you sing songs like back in the USSR
you said he’s kind of like that song
you can feel him in every baby in every lyric
that ever goes on the airwaves
and sometimes you feel like doing a full 360
cause the blindness was just like another
you realize you blocked it out and you
still wanted every baby to be darling.
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