bc taking your meds in a tent

just hits different

& i’ve always been able to pull off

a waterproof moment.

your face fluorescent

in the torchlight

makes me feel safe

& i can’t handle it: the lmao skyline,

the quick magic of ‘horizon’.

marooned as myself

on the beach at night i decide

that being clean is too dramatic,

that i want to be like

in love in love.

besides, i’m great at feeling

uncomfortable,

at eating trail mix for every meal,

at ignoring all my emails.

another unapologetic

plant & still no reply

from the moon.

i’m not blaming anyone.

i am too dissociate

for blame. idk why

i do it but yes

beneath this anorak

i am still wearing

my silver chain.