Let’s Learn Phonics!
Reaching into my back pocket
I'd rather my hands be cold and red and sore and
Couldn’t stand the thought of you dying
So I didn't really think at all
I thought the lamp in the corner would give
More light than I had ordered
But I'm still tripping over glass and the loose end
End
Ends
Bending over backwards, getting stronger, a relaxer
Pushing everything I own into a box that I pretend gets
Rid of its components, permanently out of focus instead
Through rhythms and the writing it makes sense to think I might just plan out ahead
I went to try to get recovered all the things that I discovered
Poison I forget
And I guess this is the end