is it relaxing,
is it recharging,
sometimes I can’t tell,
sometimes it changes…
so back when it was tis the season
i went caroling
but yall know i wasnt about to leave the house…
four-fifths of my body was trapped
in the slumber burrito,
manifesting itself as a blanket,
only my left leg could move…
so how long did you make it
listening to the enforced cheerfulness?
i only made it about a minute…
you look at me,
you wouldn’t know
the jagged tears
that scratch the marble…
You,
yes you,
not the one next to you…
There’s no sense,
in looking up at the staircase,
and worrying about all the flights up,
that you have to chase…
i got these cute boots
theyve got spikes on the bottom…
Her shoulders
are slight, yet solid
under my hands,
she takes up so little…
Right at the very end,
of a to do list,
so near to the end,
when you can crumple it in your fist…
