A WEEK IN SEPTEMBER
piling up magazines till they’re safe to throw away
a concentration of empty cups
where did these bruises come from, I’ve been in the house all week.
not trusting my own eyes with the couple in the sunlight.
think about my ex’s more than drake
i bought 2 tickets but ended up taking my sister again.
proustian bike ride home
never under estimate their algorithms
it’s Friday night
if i sleep will the news still happen
That was the week that was.