this is all fake
the laughs at the clink of...

On most days before I sleep,
I cautiously slip under the duvet and...

I stare at her toothbrush
on the bathroom counter. I wasn't planning...

I didn't know what a massacre is then.
I didn't know what it entails...

Last night, the rain raged for six
hours straight, for me to wake up to...

You've never
been to Palestine...

Let me guess.
Tonight, you're scrolling through...

Mud on the doormat,
wind rushing...

I watch you
pet the butterflies...

There is always this moment
before a car smash...

Warning: This isn't a poem,
just a really lengthy piece of word vomit...

Has the mirror always
looked this bulbous and greasy...