I walk thru a dead/
neighbor’s house and think: I should/
give away my stuff.
I walk thru a dead/
neighbor’s house and think: I should/
give away my stuff.
Go, take care of your/
fam’ly. Forget me. That’s how/
it prob’ly should be.
Gazing at my phone./
Waiting for a call that won’t /come.
I think she’s done.
Sometimes I wonder/
what it would be like to not /
miss U any more.
You asked me to be/
quiet and leave you alone./
You got your request.
As I sit in church/
next to my goodly parent/
I feel gratitude.
Or
My spirit’s grateful.
Why do I feel guilt/
for not seeing you when we/
have our lives to live?
Look at your finger./
Again. That’s NOT the center/
of the Universe.