My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
keep thinking I should do something but nah
A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day
I’m gonna pout and float all in space
Big soft pig cushion
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
Garden of ugh
i sleeps with the fridges
I only want your vision Not some useless other idea of you
I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
I’m gonna watch tv now and try not to think about anything ever
I’m gonna watch tv now and try not to think about anything ever
My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin
Just a git
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
waking life is one long apology I am truly sorry
Big soft pig cushion
My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes
I only want your vision Not some useless other idea of you
I’m gonna pout and float all in space
To own desired objects