The truth is that I can write better
than this and that my existence
used to boil down to a lot
more but not really.
Routines change more than people do so
it’s not our fault.
The fish tank
in your living room needs cleaning.
The green stuff clouds the glass.
Your existence used to boil down
to a lot more too.
I’ve somehow been reduced to a blank book
are a fish
swimming in circles
I watch you through the cloudy glass