Sleep little flea

Little boy

Me a freak

Am I clean?

I feel like men

I feel like boys

I think I'm peeling the ringing in my ears from playing too loud





I hear the ocean

I hear the crowd

I'm disconnected

I am unattached

An unmade bed makes me feel like a failure

Bedroom eyes lead to blurry vision

And the ringing in my ears from playing too loud





I hear the ocean

I hear the crowd

Too pale

Too sick

Too scrawny

But I'll sleep here anyway

And the sheets smell like bodies

Not mine

Not yours

It's two a.m. and it's quiet again

Where's my lip gloss?