still, it's life
by Jessica Earley
sometimes i forget what i am passionate for.
i sit on the floor, i rub my neck with my palm
i scratch the outside of my ear, i pull on my lip
sometimes i want to shove every single berry inside my mouth.
i have no money, i don't like the sour ones
i'm afraid to buy unorganic, i buy macaroni instead
there are crumpled up paper towels with dust on them sitting on a pile on my floor
there are pieces of tape stuck to the wall with nothing to hold up
there is a dime that fell out of my pocket and rolled through the living room laying next to my computer
i guessed it would land on heads, but it went for tails
nothing has moved
i haven't moved since the last time i tucked my hair behind my ear
i wonder what they're doing on the other side of the world