Window Pause.
Lit cigarette on the sill. I’m on a comedown. Explosions in the sky, all of a sudden I miss everyone. My bank account is nearing empty again, but I’m eating good, I’m staying warm, and I have change to spare. The adventure team jaywalked across the street with a pink tutu, crackheads just walk on by. The garbageman’s name is Joe, he only picks up recyclables, Jason runs the refuse. I beg and I beg and I beg but websites don’t give me what I need, what good is it for? Social doesn’t have curfews but still has a bed time. Live earthquake map is the only thing tying us all together. Summer is ending, I taught my mom how to drive this summer. Old habit of drinking just water stuck again. Where is that feeling of tantalization, I’m bored with it. I’ve seen this all before.
