i made spaghetti and put it away
my thoughts are spiders
webbing out their a**es
i like to believe that thoughts are once
but thoughts are twice and thrice
i know someone has felt this emotion before
i know it's not the first time
that the person who lived here placed their feet on this same spot on the carpet
and cried
dried their snot on their tshirt
took it off because
we were born naked
and die clothed
some people die in the bath
they fall and it ends
and all the fashion girls want to die in couture
or fall ready-to-wear 2013
i died in the latest trends
do you want to die next to your expensive flat-screen tv
do you want to die in high heels
do you want to die underwater with the beige alaskan starfish
i picked one up and held it above water
then dropped it and switched from
eating fish to not
ever again
and i don't like it when you tell me what to do
and i wish my sweaty palms would stop yearning
for a hand to hold and i retain knowledge of your guitar's name and my ex-boyfriend's guitar's name
and my other ex-boyfriend's guitar's name
i forgot that one's name
do you want to die next to your guitar
do you want to die
at all