drama queen tendencies

i don’t know what they call this,

melodrama or real life or secrets of a

wannabe cool kid stuck in kool aid suburbia

no newness no shine just

loss just yearning for a one-day flash event

for fire or for a name to paste in for

a feature on the ap lit exam to

wax poetic about my chosen devices when i,

left to my own, am a mess.

i starve on movie reviews and forty minute curfews

i pine for a person i barely know

i don’t sleep enough or eat the right stuff i barely have time

for the good people in my life as i give it all

to good stories and wasted time

and here i go again.

we should catch up sometime.