Asylummn

Litter kittens.

Body, mind.

all not flowing together as one.

mind doesn't like body,

body doesn't like mind.

ridiculous attempts.

boys in flip flops and tacky kacki

tell me why,

tell me how.

All those summer mornings,

and how they were spent.

that rainy day.

Daddy's truck.

conversation for hours.

abrupt leaving.

or how about,

when we're both a mess.

is this a reflection of what's to be.

effort.

so little effort.

I'm not playing games,

usually,

the one throwing accusation around, is guilty of the crime.

i find that to be the truth in this case.

10:30 a.m

you're post hungover.

Sneaking in, shorts.

Waking up.

Deciding what we'll do with today.

Fruit bowl, beer.

Fish bowl shades, no smoking, no drinking.

Keep you safe, value of opinion, value of advice,

but i don't have to listen, because I won't,

my body doesn't feel correct when i do,

and i always end up breaking.

but that dark summer air,

lake high days.

I can't feel my body, but i can feel the jealousy.

giggles,

scrapes up hands, knees, ankles, opiates.

ex-junkie favoritism.

Breakfast dates, people watching.

of course, some tequila and Mario-Kart.

Cutting my bangs.