I screamed a set at the top of my lungsTo convince myself that I was still hereThe neighbors were louder
the light orangeI haven’t left my apartment in a month and I’m not a recluse but I’m reading Thomas Pynchon half-naked afterbarely a workoutbreaking and breaking and breaking Under a sun lampin too-worn flannel not glisteningOverly assured And I’m listening to the new strokes albumOn youtube feeling like something For […]
