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.