"you're still not a special snowflake"


This morning I went for a
run

tried to stay in the
shade

the heat exhausted me
quickly

felt like quitting the entire
time.

Afterwards, the pool was
cold

I leaned back, to cool my
head.

Inside Casey lay on the
couch

face swollen, etched with dried
blood.

I showered and Brian and I got
food

fries and sandwiches and
Mountain Dews

then came home, out of the
sun.

On TV Casey watches a violent
movie

on his laptop Brian plays obscure
music

I go upstairs to check out my
hair.

All day we mingle mindlessly in the
house

and Casey sleeps and Brian
smokes

and I watch promises break into
poems.