a selfie of my spaciousness

I tried on a dress
at Zara.

I took a selfie of my
spaciousness

inside
Of It.

I didn’t buy it.
Even though I wanted to.

Even though I
had the Power to.

but I wanted to
Buy It.







Rage, rage
against your
inner capitalism.

Rage, rage
deep in the fist
of your Softness.







Spotify is trying to get me
to listen to my ex’s music.

And I’m all like
‘Only

if the songs are all about
how amazing I am’.

But really I’m just like ‘nah’.

I don’t listen.
even though I want to.

Even though I
have the power to.

But I do want to
Hear.







I feel Real
waiting for the metro

with other real people.

How do you do it?
I think at them.

How are you so good
at being a human?

In the Loft
people are doing stuff.

Casually asking for money
without having done anything.

I feel real
but imaginary as well
somehow.

I feel shy about
reciprocating this Feeling

I haven’t let out
Yet.