.I.
I am currently dealing with abandonment;feeling left behind by more than careless parents,
seconds on hour clocks and the sun.
I dont like how it's making me feel.
.II.
I called security,
she hung up, told me
to grow a back bone
and no one could love such a twisted
tree.
.III.
I like to draw on my my hands,
keep thinking if I get enough sharpie
ink to stay on my hands
without oils of time wearing it off
I will find a way back.
.IV.
people keep telling me they saw me the other day.
I haven't seen me in ages. How did they know
it was me?
.V.
I wish i could
just as easy call myself.
.VI.
I forgot my name.
.VII.
I am currently over this
epiphany.
