i wrote this while drunk in addressing the public

drunk call
i know i left you behind
but how much more sure you were in all things
my shadow on the wall– its silhouette so heartbreaking and i shield my eyes

the laughter and the pull and tug
why are all matters simply matters of love
and my hairy legs
i know you couldn’t be radical enough

but you stood beside me, not behind me
i was never lost so you didn’t find me
but now i see a therapist on fridays at 1

and i’m asked if i’ve considered drugs
but i’m too dizzy
and i used to fall in love through screens to sex myself but
all i ever wanted was to impress
myself.