I’m sick of sitting at bus stops waiting for my train to arrive
I know trains don’t visit bus stops but that doesn’t stop me from wanting
The train to come
And I know you never gave these things much thought because you never had much time
For anyone but yourself
And I know this because I am the same way
Because I too want to crawl under the bed sheets and sleep all day
My cheek pressed against the voice of a girl I don’t know anymore
And I want to have friends but I don’t want them near me
Because I don’t want to get close because that’s an assumption
And assumptions make something out of nothing
And I’m not ready to talk about procreation
Because I’m barely nineteen years old and I just found out I have a dick
I don’t know what this is for and I don’t want to know
I want to go outside and play a game of baseball
Not even a game I just want to throw rocks
At the people who walk by,
And scream, and cry, and giggle
Because they scatter like ants under a magnifying glass
And I find a certain comfort in knowing that we are nothing
But insects
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