i’ve stopped living to be contrary—
or at least that’s what i tell myself
always too jaded to be fun
but hey— maybe you could help
i used to blow smoke off balconies
cursing you out under my breath
like i was ever any better—
ribbons on my wrist addressed to death
i thought bleeding made my voice louder
prescriptions would shatter my nuanced view
instead i grew up overnight
& cast a softer light on you
i used to scream into my pillow when you left
& now i just roll my eyes & laugh
you’ll figure it out one day
but for now just bang me from the back
—wolfcalls