Proof of Life

Watermelon vodka, ginger-ale.

On the bed.

talking aimlessly to fight off boredom

and exhaustion.

Notice me, notice me please.

Say something, anything.

Just let me know

I'm not that seventeen-year-old

social pariah

I tried so hard to leave behind.

Tell me I'm not failing.

Tell me this is a place

I can finally call home