I was emo in middle school | still emo | grad student | art | nihilism |
My hands and hair smell like gasoline
I clean my bathroom and think of how you’re dying.
We breathe the same air
Gasping: between wor(l)ds
After exploring the place you live so delicately, yet intrusively with my fingertips
I found myself in dread with thoughts of mud clinging to the bottoms of my boots.