little bitch in the night aren’t we
out a little too far
out. (black OCEANS)
we fucked up again didn’t we
say we weren’t going to?
little bit less exotic than it used to be
ephemeral incredibut and we knew everything and felt everything and burned the night quick like roman candle elliott smith it ended
(cold ocean DARK)
little bitch we loved that quote in high school about
being so far out we could never come back
from Burroughs. we could probably make it through
more than fifty pages of Naked Lunch now but we/you don’t won’t even have a wife to shoot like a man(ic).
little bitch you never exercise anymore
you used to like how it felt
like it felt and then didn’t.
how strange! a
little bitch all neurotic. we(you)’re not cute anymore
and YOU haven’t FUCKED anyone
in how many months has
it been since you said this is the last time
the first time?
is our hand shaking or is it just your head
thinking handisshaking. don’t fucking ask me
if there’s a difference stop your shit.
you drowned a very long time ago stop crying
you little bitch, and what, exactly, are you doing naked and alone on somone else’s queen-sized bed at fourthirtyinthemorning on a thursday with your phone up to your face such that you can see the glow of the phone in the reflection of your eyes on the phone googling is it possible to overdose on lisdexamfetamine?
when you already know the answer