...

maybe it's the consistent
color of the squares
that makes me sad.
that, at best,
im no better than
above average.

Im letting the clock run.
every move i consider
makes me unworthy
of even resignation

broken record

I want to eat the food that never ends
I want to get lost in sensations
I want the whole night,
nevermind the interstice
of window shades,
the promise and the anticipation -
always broken, that leads to no end

I got the song on repeat,
clinging, to the first time
like a hamster on its plaything