started december 2024, reworked february 2025.
dear jesus, the one written on the floor,
i would like to devour what i used to be
and spit out some new not me
rain melts away or into snow
this cigarette has erectile dysfunction
and my motherboard broke
at the very end of a long walk
a pounding head misses strangers' beds
and i know now waking early feels much worse than always being late
i think
i miss the scratch
lighter
burns over my hands
an accident like me
stood unflinching and kept my face
