poem

 

he walks around not realizing that his life is already over,
but am I that person

another dream, now I’m just here
and I don’t know why

after all of that and now just this,
I can hardly believe it

I go to the bathroom to lay down on the foamy bath mat
for a while, just to be there

me and everything just going along
just me and everything except you

e.g., the light polluted night sky, my dead friends,
people who don’t like me

but when I shut the door it’s just like that, I’m all to myself again,
just alone, but there’s always this thing in me
that won’t leave me alone and I don’t know what it is
or how to talk about it, it all escapes me
to do wild and wondrous things