making rainbows

ghost girl

under the same sky

is there something more?

look again

still can't see

my hands are so greasy they make rainbows

on the screen

by the way—

i messaged a guy

from wilmington

he'll be in my movie

he works on the top floor

of the compass needle

aimless forever

i never know what they do in those skyscrapers

i need smart pills

maybe that's where they make them

i bore you, i said

you're uninterested

assumptions make you angry

don’t they?

burning, itching

from the pores of your skin

like thousands of tiny mouths gnawing every inch

when we kissed goodbye you left food in my mouth

i didn't like it

ungrateful early bird

you kept flying

i knew you would

i slump against the pillow hill

and watch tv

with a sideways head

and listen to the same three songs again and again

i’ve been thinking of you in the wrong way

i want to show you how

but my hands are so greasy

they make rainbows

on the screen

i just hope i have time to fix it

for tomorrow.