all around me people are talking
                                             talking
                                            getting ready to talk getting ready to see
talking to their sweethearts getting ready to see their sweethearts
I have a bag of rocks I picked up today from an abandoned railway
I see my belly getting chubbier after copious meals and I
am content.
hair is growing coarser on my inner thighs/ I like to see my veins popping up along my arms
revealing maps of kingdoms i am not meant to rule
finding much pleasure in looking at girls in the metro on the street I think of them in terms of futures/maybes/perhap(pinesse)s/
sometimes
a bit sad to see them walk another way.
I am not complete and never will be
my new scarf is girly
my smile feels crooked and somehow the edges of my lips don't seem able to curve upwards
my poetry is descriptive
pointless like sandcastles
I like to drink beer wine or anything else really
I like to write about what I like
I like black and white photos
I like to look at girls
sometimes I like to boogie and my soul is fluffy like black cotton candy
I like to
feel special and admired 
feel special and admired 
feel special and admired