my name is tyler, i am 22 years old. i live in Phoenix, Arizona, but i am hoping to get out of here soon. save me.
Wake from uneven concrete sleep.
The air in the room is stale and cold, yet burns last night’s thoughts under the sheets.
I cloak even my face, pretending like I am not here.
I don’t want to be seen, by those around me, more importantly a mirror.
Years divisible by seven, worth every shatter.
I find comfort in being the opposite number, it makes staying in bed easier.
I check the time. Get up. Piss. Cleanse myself, for what it’s worth.
Something about unfamilarity turns me on, yet scares the shit out of me.
Soon enough I am back in the car. Heading home by myself. I’m okay with that.
Wild Ones rippling in time and space, between backseats and bed sheets
I admired your exit
pulling me into a facade of empty sirens and cigarette burns,
shades of ecstasy,
smoke and fashion.
Do You Still Hate Me?