Posted in Poetry

Third Wheel

Didn’t we have the germ talk?
What did you learn?
You’re very oblivious to things in really standard ways—
it’s kind of cute.

No one really knows except for me.
Maybe you should just spend time alone, together.

I’m not the one that tried to kiss you.


Posted in eavesdrop, Poetry


At one point I was
addicted to this shit;
I didn’t want to look like an idiot or a fool.

It was getting annoying.

The whole balcony was shaking.

There was the one before the one,
I didn’t even recognize her face.

So fucking annoying.

Damn babies crying all the time.

I doubt she knew.
How would you even get there?