i look straight into the eyes on the littered coffee cup

and eventually let myself wander focus

the rolling plain hills of union city

have me wondering if

the population of the town is

made up of cardboard cutouts

it doesn’t feel human to live

in the suburbs

if i ate pistachios

i’d definitely talk about how my thumb

rests perfectly in its shell

i have the whole bart car to myself

which means i can curl into a ball

in the center

and let the train rock me across its sides

when we walk up and down the streets

of my upbringing

the houses look haunted

but that is because younger me is not in the window

waving hello

i put my new body on during the weekend

i’m a party in the dark

i’m a party when i’m with one person

when the makeup wipes off

when the teeth get brushed

i am a baby

cold and dumb