compressing

i have found myself to be substantially lacking any sort of motivation to continue this waste of time. it felt good to see all those countless, meaningless, numerous attempts at poetry i have archived for the sake of novelty. in reality i think i am just fooling myself, but i'll probably be back when i become overwhelmed.

borrowed sisters

i've begun to compose my days
establishing space, conjoining decades

i've become delicately erased
among agonies, but so conveniently displaced

i can't hold ties much like "joined at the hip"
or borrowed sisters
craved people become blisters
welcomed then blasé