it’s like when you were five, when your pet rabbit died
and you learned that nothing good lasts.
it’s like the time you dropped him off at his house to watch tv
before you drove yourself to the emergency room, sobbing.
it’s like the first time you saw your kindergarten teacher cry.
it’s like ring around the rosie, a pocket full of posies, ashes. ashes.
it’s like when he went too far, and he said, “is this okay?”
and you said, “no,” but it didn’t matter.
it’s like when he said, “but i want you.”
it’s like the number seven, or rubies.
it’s like when you almost drowned in the pool in north carolina
and when you looked up through the broken surface you thought
you saw god’s face in the clouds.
it’s like when he told you, “it’s okay, it’s going to be okay,” and it wasn’t.
it’s like when you found out monsters weren’t real
but every night you still woke up screaming.
that last one was supposed to be an autocorrect joke referring to an autocorrect screenshot i have seen of that, not offensive
phone: ‘i’m getting pregnant tonight’
phone: ‘gone fishing’
if u want a series of random letters in paragraph form
my phone is out on the town
these antibiotics make my face swell and anxious as fuck bluuuuuuuuuuuuhhhh