debrisplease

all we had to do was put Jessica SImpson with tattoos in a Jacob Baron t-shirt on the cover.

an empty bottle, used up, bone dry
precariously perched on table's edge
remember what relevance was like?
It's doubtful.

You're like the eye of a storm:
No matter how "centered" you feel, you will always be surrounded by strife and destruction.

that smell, that touch, that feeling is already unregistered,
like a scrambled number on a no-call list.

I am a brand new condo,
filled with boxes waiting to be unpacked

you are somebody's stale, stagnant home.

your crown molding is showing.