zerofour

early mornings have never quite fooled me;
i know where we'll all end up.

mediocre; substantial; satisfied.
is this what you want? is this what i want?
because we all know that's what remains important. want, wish,
desire. when did we all want to be selfish? i'm sick of
this, i don't want it.

time to take my medicine.

i don't really know what i'm complaining about. i'm just complaining
to complain. waiting for clothes to dry is the worst wait-
but then the thoughts come in, the source an old gift.
you make so angry, leaving and yet not, because you're still here in my head,
circling. i dislike the closure you did not leave behind, and i wish
that maybe we could have seen something more than skin.