LOL – Grace Kasanos

I’ve used all of my juice

I am a nub of chalk

A dried up marker

I live among piles of clothes 

The weight of my guilt pressing down on my chest

I look out the glass to the moon

I wonder if I will see you soon

I remember being small, up on my toes

Peering up through the window 

I would whisper a pray

“Quiet and quick in the night” 

As I grew the feeling stayed

Manfitsing in different ways

A blade, a flame, a drug, running away

Now I pray for reason to stay 

Weight of world pressed on my chest

But I make an effort to stay