i don’t remember
the last time i slept through the night

i’m so exhausted
my bones feel like soldiers
who shot themselves in war
& were sent home
to their families

when it’s late i walk & do drugs
& end up somewhere new

tonight i’m at a park
in a sleepy neighborhood
& i miss my mom
& i hate myself

i puke all over a dead bush

i could wipe it up
with the greasy mcdonald’s napkins
in my back pocket
but i don’t

the sky is clear,
the moon a purple brown

i’m not sure what that means
but if i’ve learned 1 thing in this life

anything can feel like a metaphor
if you’re scared enough