Sitting on the floor

Making monsters out of mashed potatoes

Scoops and heaps of gelatinous misinformation

 

Spring into life

Out of carbohydrates and misfortune

A lack of attention

 

Falling into so many things

I can take a backseat

To the liquid crystals in your pocket

 

Feeling all of your affection

At an arm’s length

A sarcastic rendition of adoration

 

And I’m so happy

To hear your voice again

Even when you’re frustrated

 

All of it

Every equation and notation

It’s going to be okay

 

Each slip of paper is

Another razor in my palm

Shaving the hair off of the back of my neck

 

Running in circles as fast as possible

I’m not going anywhere, she says

Blinded by her tears

 

I’m reaching out for anything

Any solidarity or maybe a chain link fence

Just something to hold on to

 

But it’s not important

Because I’m not the one who needs help

I’m just the nobody that can’t give it

 

When I’m nervous I ramble

And I don’t know what to do with my hands

So I fold them like a bad hand of cards

 

Shamefully in my lap

Like a dog that’s been left outside

In a thunderstorm

 

And you’re the silence before the lightning

Making my heart beat like thunder

A self-directed fury like no other

 

All I want to do is make you feel better

But I know that I can’t

So I wrote this poem