when I open my refrigerator
sometimes I find absolutely
'nothing to eat'
behind stacked leftovers
and food that could be cooked
sometimes
I find the butter
without a lid
with
a fucking
spoon
sticking in the middle
and I don't have to wonder
why society is going to hell
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
