to the writing on my body
with the writing on the wall
-how now I say to myself
the ways humans lived
and should live
and ought to live.
My expectations bags
floating to the surface
of this milk glass bath
screen time, posey pink.
(my phone's battery is almost dead)
Not able to discipline myself
the way
parents should their kids.
Cloudy is the word.
-my head, the sky, this water
I choose to drown each time I pick it up
lull me
the modern cure,
I want no more.
Piss in the bathtub
just another daydream.
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