Spend An Evening

I got so used to
dark bathroom stalls in empty
churchs, where only

the echoes are sounds.
And I put on eyeliner
only once in my

life, and I felt like
a whore, and I wanted to
show my mom. She's been

so quiet lately.
I used to think she might be
dead. But she breathes loud.

The sidewalks are smeared
with musical notes from the
musical footsteps.

And we did skip school
today. And we need to go
somewhere. And slow down.