Friday, August 14, 2026

All the words I want to define are TV shows now

 

Instead of a bird it's football 

Are you still contorting yourself?  

 

Instead of sensing I google it  

How would you feel, right now, if you were entirely alone?  

 

Instead of safe I'm on edge 

Are you willing to deceive? 

 

Instead of a future it's ending 

Where is your anger?  

 

 

 

 

In November 2025 everything looked like a magic eraser

 

Every shining sentiment. 

Every palpitation. 

All limerence. All loss longing hope —

Every coming and going. 

Every severance.