it's always good knowing who your friends are
(i.e. the ones that leave you messages when
your sidekick dies, the ones that
read between your lines.)
i'm alone and afraid, and my wrists are blue
again, rough around the edges.
sometimes i surprise myself when i taste my tears.
when the food doesn't taste good,
but neither do the pills.
if listening forces a reaction
who's hearing?
there's nothing more to say.
it was cold, lying in a bed i haven't
seen in a fortnight.
my watch says 3:04
but i'm not sure what time it is anywhere.