May 5

I Forget

I'm a bitch and I know it., Poetry, bitter queen, faggy tendencies, journal

Sarajevo never got me down.
Bosnia was just an afterthought.

Sometyimes when I grab the box
with The Next Best Thing,
my hand falters.

This is the future of the World,
And nothing’s gonna stop me.

Tear the box from my hand,
tear the plastic
pull the wires,
lick the plastic silicone perfection.

I write at exactly five o six,
2 hours before sunrise,
and in 24 minutes my phone will ring,
It’s another day.