I walked by a couple standing on the sidewalk today,
I wore a red sweater. I was going home.
They were overweight. She was kissing a cigarette. He had
pajama pants on. They looked like they
loved each other. And I couldn’t
stop thinking about them all the way back
to my little white apartment.
I’m burning lately and I don’t know why.
I think it started this summer
at Ryan and Kate’s house
when I was alone for a month
with no home to go to.
I bought that beer that made me sick.
I took the tracks into the city and didn’t
say a word to anyone.
I laid in the backyard at night
and prayed that the glow from downtown
would tell me who I was.
It’s like that.