Matinee

bright sun

day. morning lies

two hours behind & the noon break

peak

she’s a model from new york

brave in her birth—instagram free

I see

it was a dark thursday. full of

mushroom ravioli, with one darker than

the wooden tables, floors, & uniforms.

he blabbers, I inhale

& the sleep creeps in like a heavy blanket.

it was the middle,

while I sit. undoing digestion

I miss the chemistry of the ecosystem, the poetry

of life. the one that compasses our yes’s & knows.

I think

maybe I’ll sit in mcat

books under my headesk. locs

mean nothing

til I wear em. rolled eyes at

niggas I’m too fire in the house.

damon namedrop.

another flop. I still laugh like kevinyoung

softball namedrop reminded me it’s cute to be

in love. chuckling

time. too shortstart

money  blending

p o e m.