two days ago i ate
a bomb pop on the toilet
to avoid doing chores
there's a painful blister
on the sole of my right foot
and there's nothing i can
do
if everyone i know
would just quit instagram
forever
i might feel 10%
less sh**ty
but when strangers hate on emily
for writing about wicca
on tumblr
i am a maxed out credit card
i feel my brain flipping over
like a grilled cheese
my dog twitches in her sleep
i feel myself dripping
i would teleport
across however many time zones
just to stand beside you
and say nothing