Thoughts from the 29th Floor

Sometimes in the mornings

Behind my two glass walls

Celestial goldfish bowl

In the cubic concrete city

The homeless and world-forsaken

Doze beneath the neon euro

Sleep-dazzled sun-delirious

I think of how you told me

I’d abandon you for this-

For ambition, recognition

Challenges, escape and growth.

That’s right. Spit them like they’re curses.

Can’t help that my life got bigger

While you put me on hold.

Protests in the streets, between the sheets

I waited, I was waiting-

But now you won’t wait for me

You say you can’t wait for me.

Ha-

This bitch isn’t coming back

Just because you yanked the leash.

Wash your own shirts, then

Climb into your empty bed

Tell yourself that I’m a traitor

​Unreliable narrator

A brain-sick manipulator

If it helps you sleep at night.

While you waited for “the good bit”

I went to another screen.