you’ve got quote marks on your collarbones.
And now, surely, they will have to listen.
Instead of whine and bitch when
you tell them thing they already know,
but hide from with likes and pokes.
The house smells of lilies in the morning
and my brain fizzes with it.
Careful of the left side, hold it high
take twelve pictures, never the same sky
and post them with hashtags
don’t ask yourself why
the clouds are so thin today.
Fuck walking the line.