“i think you look like an owl in those particular glasses”

but you’re cute when you aren’t crying &
you have a great voice & i feel your sad lines
cuz i was once like you
so ..

what
if you die
folding your molding elegy

Quietly

into
circles
around some shit-head’s bed and/or bar

you in a bad suit
you
if augur were a color

cadence is so your forehead