my penmanship is sinking / but these words float / on notes of folded binder paper / light blue lines guide / the sentence i gave myself / written in repetition:
"i want to disappear, i don't belong here" / the greener grass i strived to reach / is just broken glass in the sand of the beach / that rolls its wavy tongue
at me / broken glass in the sand / letters to a younger me read: "hey kid, where do you get off? / those punches you're pulling are still too soft
give me one on the chin / give em one in the guts" / my penmanship is sinking / but these words float / on bar-tops and napkins / so i don't
forget what i wrote / put another quarter in the jukebox / just don't play one about the sea / i don't want to be reminded / of me