by Fransivan MacKenzie
good gracious // to be twenty-one //
and constantly falling apart // but
mostly on coffee shops // grief stains
everything // my eyes touch // and
i went back // to taking medicine //
i was trying to recover from // so
what was the withdrawal for // and
tell me // what the past three years of
therapy were for // i have done
nothing // since late july // but paint
tear tracks on my cheeks // sure i look
good on this shade of lipstick // but at //
night this isn’t the only shade of maroon
on my skin // i’ll take the biggest exam
of my school year // in a week but //
good gracious // the worst already
happened // i can have everything //
i ask for // but i’ll always be the one
you left // you know me too well // and
good gracious i wish you didn’t // you
know me too well // i’m not over anything
yet // let me call you is your number still
0945 something // let me call you miss //
please tell me you are still there
