relieving intuition

when it rains it pours more and more

until i see rainbows in the pools on my thighs

kaleidoscope of ways to cope

but i only know sitting in awkward white light.

i write poetry that no one sees

draw stars on wrists i’d rather bite

i ask the etymology of my name if there exists a better way

to let the sunshine from my window wash me out.

wretched thoughts, my 333 waxen smiles

my scratched-up knees lost some skin to a tennis court

i think i saw them statue still as i

lost my footing met the ground and tumbled down down down.

a little bit later i met myself

at the corner of a & b.

i asked about the future if i made it if he made sense and

i blushed at the foolishness of it all.