lost time is why my hair ends up in knots/ not for lack of sleep though insomnia is in my hair, too/ and because ghosts swim in my rotten heart and it’s a rotten brain, too/ with shallow thoughts about boys that are 6’1 or 6’2 maybe/ and they kiss me in the dark when there is smoke in their lungs and they breathe it into me so my judgment is clouded/ and maybe my lips are rotten too because of the words I speak that aren’t true/ and because I kiss boys that only wear masks and don’t speak true words either/ and now I think I’ve become a phantom because I no longer breathe in clouds or daylight or wonder about things like the galaxy