you lay on my desk sleeping
gray and white thing of sloth
as if your time is unlimited
I know that you'll be gone
I can see your timeline outpaced
way before I'm at the end of things
and you won't be there when I check
the doors, the food bowl, or water
every night
and somehow I'm supposed to
move on without you
when you finally go away
you stupid fucking cat
I keep a brass bowl of paperclips from a man that didn't want to even give all of it away but he had to because there was no use for anything like that anymore sometimes I stare at it and wonder if th
it's days like this with the sun blaring and the birds calling with mowers in the distance that I know I wasn't made for summer but I can't help feel the flickering neon lights of anticipation in the
There's a metal cup of coffee getting cold somewhere in a house where someone has forgotten that they even made it because the weight of living in this place and the amount of money owed has taken hol
