All the words are boring
at least the ones in my head
and there are only a few
I’m angry at them
they snigger and don’t care
so I’m jealous of them too
because they don’t care
and the others are gone
pushed out by said anger,
said jealousy.
I stand staring into the toilet waiting to piss after brushing my teeth before bed and […]
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My fingers have been tapping insistently for ten years, maybe. I’m alert, noticing they’ve stopped. The wooden table surface is sunken. It’s […]
