sorting through
people.
i will never see them
again.
even though, still alive, they
are dead
to me.
i have more important
things to concentrate
on.
probably.
like stomach shrinking.
filling
prescriptions.
my wolf.
a job? i need one.
yes really.
and anything else
to
keep
me away from
everyone.
i'm laughing
and
i'm
weedin
them out.