My well being is as disposable as paper
My motivation soft and fragile like
scott scotch scotch scotch
I think you’ll grow to drink scotch
Your voice
Your fingers
Skipped past my cell tower this morning
So the fact that your phone was broken in a dumpster past Alcopoco
tramples over my thoughts of breakfast
my name
your name
the name
We
gave
me
floating beneath your throat lost
behind all the important things
carries enough weight in my stomach
to be
full
My water bottle is empty
but us speaking
breathing
out all the words combusted in my head
is enough to fill the rest of the bottle