Poems (Day Three)
post-new-year's-day reflections
Fogging up the glass window
Racing to draw a smiley face before the warmth wipes it clean
Pinprick eyes and a thin lipped smile
No time to draw anything else
The heat wipes it all away
I had talent, ambitions, aspirations
But I sit here on the bus drawing simple smiley faces
When I should be drawing blood
I unwrap the matcha candy with the little rabbit logo
Waxy paper coating tastes like nothing at all, leaves a bitter aftertaste
So does the candy
My mouth feels numb and coarse
Why do I convince myself that I like these types?
Deconstructing the layers of the bitter candy as I deconstruct myself
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