it was some time this week when
in-between the checkpoints
I stopped for a second and decided that I couldn't do it anymore
I wouldn't
I was done
and so I woke up the next morning
and I put the wig on
and I showed up like nothing had happened
because nothing did happen
I think I had given up long before then
YOU ARE READING
you sold my childhood home in 22 (journal part II)
Poetrymy first love was my hometown I am still grieving her
