More Ways to Be Easy

The best time was

when your hand lay on my heart

and you dozed off.

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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?

Drama?

No, mama. 

Just to not wonder what this is all for

forever.