a poem: this is how your email finds me…

your email finds me

clenching my teeth

bleeding

throwing up

Lezzing out

your email finds me

during iPad baby time

high as fuck

sad as hell

your email finds me

gender euphoric

sexually inclined

doing my passions

missing out

your email finds me

kissing her

scratching him   

in my villan era

your email finds me

going by they/ them

in my healing era

your email finds me

pissing laughing   

breathing deeply

downward dog

skipping lunch

sucking it up

taking a break

not sleeping enough

dancing all night

ignoring their calls

wishing I was 9

not texting when I get home

forgetting worship feels like

sleeping in

slacking off

saying please

please wish me the best

XX,

Regards,

spell my name wrong

every damn time

please

shut up

sign out.

and get off.

and after

touch some grass.

even if it’s dead.

brown crumpled and gone.

get out there and

and freeze your ass off

because 5PM night is good

for productivity

like you willingly

eating blue light for dinner

but forgive me for asking

are you fulfilled?

because I’m not.

your email found me

lying in bed begging to rot.