I would never let my kids watch the orchestra, too much sax and violins.
friend: u high?
me: *reacts 10 seconds later* the fuck? no bitch
Too often, the only escape is sleep
scientists ran a DNA test on my poetry
and found traces of you
in every single line.
your hair, the two mountain peaks
of your upper lip,
God, those fucking cheekbones.
where did you come from?
how did you get all over my hands?
I’m drinking through my verses
trying to write something
that doesn’t sound like
“I didn’t mean to make you a habit”
but it’s all the same, really.
I turn the page upside down
and can still read the words perfectly.
I should take up smoking.
I hear it’s calming and, most likely, fatal.
I’ve written so many poems, and none of them
are even mine.
no one saw me wear it therefore it is not dirty
Alternatively: everyone saw me wear it yesterday, but I own a washing machine so I could’ve washed it since then (I didn’t wash it).
people saw me wearing it yesterday but there will be different people seeing me today therefore it is not dirty