Thanks! I hope so. I appreciate the kind words.
This feeling is
a secret baby tooth for
the poison, as loose and volatile
as an ocean stone
in your mother’s hand,
disposed safely by
the tooth fairy
with her mask and protective gloves,
terrifyingly noiseless like a smoke-filled room,
a scream in your throat upon waking.
tomorrow i turn 23 and i moved to the midwest 2 days ago. i’m using up all my chances to be young and wild and whatever. this isn’t inspiring anything in me other than a dull, nagging panic.
some of my best friends are dads
Woke up. Still not David Bowie. Ate breakfast. Stared at hands. Back to bed now.
Better luck tomorrow.