time to go back to that house.

Everything brings a tear to my eye
and I don't know why
If only we would stop bending our backs
to pick up others' trash
we're slow and restless
with sagging bags under our eyes
i perch on my windowsill to get a better view
and move out of your way
so that you may move forward


as you cut me lengthwise.





(this is not healthy. i'm beating myself up)