screw drowning in an obsession
that isn't even my own
my intermission started
five months ago
and
although you're all fidgeting
in your seats
waiting for the lights to come back on
the curtain has caught fire
and while you're searching for one of
those
popcorn-selling ushers
the director is screaming something
about
technical difficulties,
I have quietly vacated the premises,
and maybe it's just my exorbitant love
of
parenthesis
but
(when the demons accumulate
I get the fuck out of dodge
so
what did you expect)
___________
A. why do I always feel like I need to escape something? and
B. Why am I always delayed for years and years?
screw you scholarship. I wouldn't even be in college if it weren't for you.
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