everything makes me cry.

whatev.

simply
slowly

your hand is just another
fuck in this wild eyed mountain

if I could scream I would take my vocal chords
stretch them across the water
& sing into spilled disinterests

and yet,
I WISH!

but the letters are cold
and ugly in their angles

every piece is soaked thin
and if I squeezed it out
only small whimpers would
sink to your skinny finger
wrapped in mine

remember?

Not you.
NOT YOU.
yes.
yes!
you.

i actually love doing (certain) work.
even though part of me hates it.
I'm going to have to join a book club
or something.

today was the last day of classes.
celebrate?
no.
sit in my house
listening to sad music
and writing about
ERASURE.
BRILLIANT!
I CANT WAIT
TO READ
EVERYDAY.
I'M ALSO READING
THE LAST SAMURAI.
(so wait,
no homework. reading.
in the sun.
i'm ok with this.
but I'll miss a lot
specifically certain teachers
and my yellow house ((home will be odd after all of this time))
but I still have three
weeks here, two of which will be ALONE!)