Dec 21

I want to become a permanent fixture,
Dwelling in an uninteresting well.

Lightheaded and unbelievably dismal,
I walked for miles along the empty streets of Lafayette.

Daydreaming of shooting stars, of giant gaseous orbs bleeding into the rhythmic song of time.

There is no home here or elsewhere, dragging around my body like a princess without her prince,

One more swig, another careless drag, ingest what you can to keep up the rhythm of your feet.

A few towns over near a Taco Bell you’ll walk back with your face eastern and cold. In bed, your legs are on fire, your cheeks blistering, red.