Your vacation pictures are turning my brain into salt water

The TV is screaming at me
in the voice of people turning twenty one
while I dream of manspreading
my way into everyone’s life
to cover more ground
and take more than I need
just because
I can

It’s excessive behavior week
and I’m the Belladonna of this shit

I try to forget the too white sheets
and order some of the stretchiest attire
available online

Yes I still think of you
and how you would
count your blessings
using all your fingers
the gray nails the red nails the black nails
the too white sheets all year
and I would pull my hand out of a bag of chips
to mirror your movements
and immediately realize
the softest hands
I could ever imagine
are my own