More Ways to Be Easy

The best time was

when your hand lay on my heart

and you dozed off.


The Normals

I’m sick of fucking poems.

Poems, and men in dress suits.

All For Forever

Bored so I

check my phone

my brain too slow

what else to know

I check my phone

&curse the clock

&hope for chatter

&hope for a fuck.

It’s quiet and I’m ok with it.

It’s quiet and my brain says what the fuck you want?


No, mama. 

Just to not wonder what this is all for