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