i. The day my parents dropped me off for college,
I tried to console my crying mother by saying
“At least now you wont find my hairs all over the place now.”
And I wonder if anyone will ever find my hairs and not rebuke me.
ii. Your fist is the size of your heart.
And I’m learning that both bruise and break equally.
iii. I’m trying to quit smoking.
I’m trying to forget the taste you left in my mouth.
I keep claiming I’m not addicted,
But I wonder how many last packs I’ll have.
Sext: “Wanna listen to Basement?”