Last Updated On October 6, 2020

 

 

 

I’m thinking about my grocery list.
I’m not thinking about not having friends.
I’m thinking about making curried corn and potatoes.
I’m not thinking about my husband’s silence.
I’m thinking about which book to read next.
I’m not thinking my daughter miles away in the desert.
I’m thinking about the sound it makes when a flock of birds all take off at the same time.
I’m not thinking about the water stains and peeling paint.
I’m thinking about the relative status of my laundry pile.
I’m not thinking about clubs over skulls and blood in the streets.
I’m thinking about which car I should take.

I’m safe but I’m also sorry.
I’m safe but I make a sound.
I’m safe but it doesn’t come first.

I want to burn things.
Prescriptions and diagnoses,
Bills and advertisements,
Credits cards empty of promise.
I want to burn them all.
I want them to billow and struggle,
And choke me with their acrid exhales.
I want the wind to take their flaming remnants
And extinguish them with brutal swiftness.
I want to burn things.

 

Last Updated On October 6, 2020

 

 

I’m thinking about my grocery list.
I’m not thinking about not having friends.
I’m thinking about making curried corn and potatoes.
I’m not thinking about my husband’s silence.
I’m thinking about which book to read next.
I’m not thinking my daughter miles away in the desert.
I’m thinking about the sound it makes when a flock of birds all take off at the same time.
I’m not thinking about the water stains and peeling paint.
I’m thinking about the relative status of my laundry pile.
I’m not thinking about clubs over skulls and blood in the streets.
I’m thinking about which car I should take.

I’m safe but I’m also sorry.
I’m safe but I make a sound.
I’m safe but it doesn’t come first.

I want to burn things.
Prescriptions and diagnoses,
Bills and advertisements,
Credits cards empty of promise.
I want to burn them all.
I want them to billow and struggle,
And choke me with their acrid exhales.
I want the wind to take their flaming remnants
And extinguish them with brutal swiftness.
I want to burn things.

Last Updated On October 6, 2020

I’m thinking about my grocery list.
I’m not thinking about not having friends.
I’m thinking about making curried corn and potatoes.
I’m not thinking about my husband’s silence.
I’m thinking about which book to read next.
I’m not thinking my daughter miles away in the desert.
I’m thinking about the sound it makes when a flock of birds all take off at the same time.
I’m not thinking about the water stains and peeling paint.
I’m thinking about the relative status of my laundry pile.
I’m not thinking about clubs over skulls and blood in the streets.
I’m thinking about which car I should take.

I’m safe but I’m also sorry.
I’m safe but I make a sound.
I’m safe but it doesn’t come first.

I want to burn things.
Prescriptions and diagnoses,
Bills and advertisements,
Credits cards empty of promise.
I want to burn them all.
I want them to billow and struggle,
And choke me with their acrid exhales.
I want the wind to take their flaming remnants
And extinguish them with brutal swiftness.
I want to burn things.

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