One! Grey! Hair!

One day left on this library book I am 42 percent through

My reflexes are shaking

Like playing whack-a-mole with scabies

I stand in front of the fire and think about my

One grey hair

Shake out my veins briefly

And we can all agree

That time is both frozen and moving faster than we can see

I send texts planning phone calls which never occur

I set the table and try to channel whatever

My brain would be doing if it were more fluid

What is it about drugs that makes you want to own them?

Heartbreaker just means heartthrob sometimes

That if you can make my heart throb, you can break it too

"The facts, I felt betrayed"

Reads the only journal entry I've written in days

The idea of growing up doesn't even cross my mind