Popcorn

And now you come home at 12

Smeared mascara 

Red lipstick

Left with a sweet goodbye then 

Came back with sins you knew were sins in this 

You vacuum the carpet in the same direction, 
straight lines like ribs, hoping to be noticed, 
hoping someone sees proof of you, 
the ghost of your hands pressed into the fibers. 

• Add a little bit of truth in the mix
• Bury it in cups of sentences
• A pinch of darkness
• Stir in that liter of death, himself
• Teaspoon of loneliness
• Knead together the memories of the last twelve years

I jump in my friend's car.

It's filled basically to the brim.

The area is small and compact.

How did she fit this many people in her tiny car?

Roses are red

Violets are blue

We’ve known each other 

Since we’ve been in school

We were inseparable 

Through elementary and high