Head fog Sometimes I get it How about you? So much coffee Coffee spilling from my eyes
Can’t remember What it feels like to feel alive Yogurt in a plain white bowl nuts honey
He always wore a tie it felt like a noose One way to be held He always wore nice shirts
Ironed Crisp His pants had stains or holes Fraying threads He stood in front of people
Sometimes you know Everyone’s mind is elsewhere That no one cares
You have to get on with it Fake it Like the title of that Blonde Redhead album
Maybe less angst Maybe just less of yourself Eleanor, does any of this make sense?
When you know You’ll regret that $1.50 slice When you realize
you’ve spent all day With food stuck between teeth When you shamelessly
smile at someone You shouldn’t have smiled at Shame Let’s talk shame
Once I got so mad I threw a pool ball at my sister Bad aim All these years
What if still gnaws The sudden outburst of violence When was the last time
You lost yourself to a fit of anger
Fits of dawn Pond frogs still at it Moonflowers along a rotting fence Dew soaking
toes of your sneakers But there was a time She loved him A time They both
Would say forever Synchrony Then Something else Minute hand lagging behind
Apathetic seconds Another day What is there to say?