a forehead of itchy skin
nails too long to type
100 tabs open, alt-comedy
spread your fingers apart ever so slightly
hold them still, keep them aloof in that perfectly
unplanned hipstery fashion
you want to be a delicate flower, dressed up in
gossamer dresses, but your body is too
solid
if you hit enter in the middle of a
sentence
you too can make poetry
scratch the inner corner of your eye and scrape out the remnants of last night's makeup, this is who you are, and who you ever will be. |
Submission Name: open volume mixer: profound sadness
