all the people
i rely on

are paid
i feel the urge

to run away
to say:

“i’m not sure
who cares”

and no one’s
to blame

it’s a job
for lovers

for daughters
and brothers

for grandmas
and fathers

and sisters
and mothers
“hi!”

a severed
hand waving

to no one
ready to detach

and jump
ship to italy

if i’m going
to be alone

i might as well
live prettily

close to lemon
groves and far

from LA
where they make

you pay for your
own placenta
don’t think i
don’t know

i’m the common
denominator

i can’t run
from myself

not ever again
life is thе canvas

my thoughts are the paint
words are my brushеs

so i watch what i say
if i want a new life

then i need a new brain