an empty feeling,
it is misspelled on a Munday,
rich with saved Tuesdays,
talking about Miami
and wisdom teeth.
you want to be a flight attendant,
where as I want to attend more flights;
I a happy to have you
in my silly, stupid life.
there is a voice in my head,
giving me shit again,
telling me to call you
then call her
and then turn off the engine
in the river of right now.
none of this
has to be like this,
we are all killers,
you know who you are.