Blinds (2)

no love,
you cannot stay,
he said


i rearranged the shelves last night


the morning stings
my eyes and i
am not sure where i am

i know i shouldn’t care, but i
have felt so much so long
my feelings broke


would you like coffee, maybe?

i think i’ve also got
masala chai

thanks for coming over,
sorry that i’m such
this place is such
a mess


i think i’ll get a
dog
what kind you think?


do you know mary?
mary at the gym?
i think her name is mary,
i don’t know

keri.
yeah, that’s it.
what does she look like?

really.
figures.


nah, i don’t need anything.
just —
i might need help moving

i don’t think
that i’ll stay here


he said
he didn’t want

our

 
any

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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