when we pa** in the hallway
we are almost not strangers
i hallucinate you going in for a fist bump
but i'm holding my books
so i panic and we pa** without touching
even when i'm not miserable
i just feel like an idiot
or like an oversized toddler
teething on a cup of probably nothing
i found a picture of the moon on google images
cut it out and put it on the cover
of my math binder
i want to give it a gravitational pull
but it has a face
which means it's a dream
it looks like we've got a problem
like a boxing match with asteroid fists
not sure what this has to do
with your boyfriend
when i see him
and his thyroid cartilage
i feel i'm developing a superiority complex
every time i exit this building
i am listening to music through earbuds
the sun spots me wrong
i take inventory