you'd think by now that
my calluses would have crusted over
and you'd think by now that
i'd learn how to heal a broken heart
but i'm as cold as unpaid bills
and i'm as distant as the closest friends
look around
surely there must be better options
you'd think by now that
the realization of who i really am
would have reached out of the ground
and slapped you with a comically large glove
cartoon and cadmium red
photographed in newspaper off-white
what do you want me to say?
should count myself lucky
1 2 3 and 4
i can't count myself at all