What you did to me I am trying to not do to others.
Everything that happens happens in this moment.
I want the bread. I buy the bread.
I don’t like the spring, everyone flaunting how not alone they are.
I don’t like the spring. Everyone flaunts how together they are.
I don’t like the spring––that everything flaunting its togetherness.
I’m in my room, spinning the world in my hands.
I’m in my room to come out with the world.
