mottled and flecked, sharps in her (inner) tail

coffee tastes really good at 11.33pm.

stay out of my scattered house
did you get that?
good riddance to it anyway
to you
if i close my eyes...
who needs a part of my heart
not you
who needs a part of my mind
not you
it's over
so over
the man at the bar
is asking me but
it's wrong
it's raw, it's raw
it's wrong

i burned a bit of my left hand making it. the crease, the webbing connecting the thumb with the pointer finger. the fold smells like coffee now. fresh ground.

i want to say i'm sorry, not write it necessarily.