bug zapper exploded again,
the tree broke from its branch.
yr birthday balloons mangled in
the ceiling fan.
tiptoe past the kitchen glue traps
—you split the bag & spilt the trash
all along the grass.
passin horses packed in trailers
lookin out through the slits,
nothing changes as much
as nothing stays the same.
nothing changes just as much
as nothing stays the same.
it’s a shotgun
two-weeks notice.
hands kept clasped
only for a moment,
carefully opened
to reveal
a couple crushed fireflies
somehow still glowing.
nothing changes as much
as nothing stays the same.
nothing changes just as much
as nothing stays the same.
oh! honestly, honesty
comes off like a joke.
i’m trying to make you laugh,
you’re only pissin your pants.
i’ve been exploding
my whole life.
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if you've never wanted to have someone's baby, if you've never rolled one up with a shitty excuse, if you've never checked back there to see if s/t/he/y were/was alive, you don't get it rachel