ticker tape
my memories glitch past scenes painstakingly ripped out.
sugar we're falling down screaming,
"I LOVE WATCHING memoryTV!"
oh
you again.
every time it's the same goddamn movie:
my chest swells, autumn smells
then you, you disappoint me.
1+1=2
crosslegged i sit in the piles of tangled tapes
waist-high.
6:00pm, the cinema calls. i get up
for fantasies flicking on the screen.