voy hoy boiiii
It’s not that I like fading away, wasting…
It’s that it seems easier than remembering the skills I’ve squandered cuz
Life hurt my feelings
And I got snippy and passive aggressive with it
Instead of standing up and kicking its ass
Why do I think it’s only worthwhile to fight for others, not myself?
How can I fight for others if I’ve hobbled me?
Old friend tells me ten minutes of good practice
Is better than an hour of dinking around
So I jogged for ten minutes, almost puked—
Cigarettes
Played the cello for ten minutes, bow hand got heavy—
Muscular atrophy
Wrote for ten minutes, ran out of things to say—
Isolation
I wanna fly my kite with relampago
I wanna wrap my strings in silver
I wanna shimmy through leaves
And spit smack dab into puddles
I’m gonna suck on buckeyes
Til I’m the luckiest gal in the world
Then kiss you on your stupid fat face
And marinate you all night long.
Voy hoy boy.
