the sun has called in sick again
the sun has called in sick
the windows wear the same blinds
& I'm still the girl you knew
from the cage
with smokeproof eyes fixated
on the world's cold, cold shoulders.
depression knows where to touch me
& when to be possessive
a swig of Smirnoff & I can feel her laughter
another & another
& the paper will turn yellow
from the disease of my letters.