Denominator

all the people i rely on are paid i feel the urge to run away to say: “i’m not sure who cares” and no one’s to blame it’s a job for lovers for daughters and brothers for grandmas and fathers and sisters and mothers “hi!” a severed hand waving to no one ready to detach and jump ship to italy if i’m going to be alone i might as well live prettily close to lemon groves and far from LA where they make you pay for your own placenta don’t think i don’t know i’m the common denominator i can’t run from myself not ever again life is thе canvas my thoughts are the paint words are my brushеs so i watch what i say if i want a new life then i need a new brain