Dumb Luck


Selfie of me on a bed with blue hair.

“His gravity is the death of me. His head in its collar, his hair arranged immovably on his skull, the muscles of his jowels below, tensed in their places”
- The Diaries of Franz Kafka, Franz Kafka


I see your smile and my body is so heavy,
and you’re speaking and my limbs are sinking
and next thing I know I’m dreaming of you
only to be awoken by the fact that you’re not mine.
I’m patting and reaching for you in the dark
but I can’t find you
like you’re a stuffed animal I left at my friend's.
Some girl will get to hold you close
while you are confined to my memories
with your guitar and your long hair, long board,
and the fact that you’re not mine