Popcorn

the bus driver glared at me

like i was a sin to society;

he called me a fag—under his breath,

and i got in my seat like nothing happened. 

There's a party in the penthouse

where people come and go

admission is free and based on nothing

and if you go once, you'll never truly leave.

It's not hard to get in, but you won't be invited

sing to me.

i've been a stranger once more

to your hills and valleys, to the

gaps of sunlight between your grasping evergreens.

i've been a stranger

to the red barn

Verse 1
The sun sets slow on this fading day,
I see your faces, but they feel far away.
Laughter lingers in the hollow air,
But something’s shifting like you’re not really there.

she walks into the room like a sentence that forgot to whisper

light brown hair pulled back in a way that says she didn’t try

but still somehow gets it right

clear glasses catching the light

it was my hoodie

old and wrinkled

stuffed in the back of my locker

half folded half forgotten

like most of my things