Active Imagination Notes 01

My life is petty, and the people are scary.
My arms got wet as I said,
"No, it's okay, baby"
the day after my mattress lost the shape of my body.

The people are petty,
and my life is scary
but I blow smoke out my mouth
in pretty shapes
and feel comfy.

You never knew that I knew,
but I watched you two
through the blacks of
the backs of
my eyelids
I bundled up into a
blanket cocoon
just trying to keep my heart
silent.

You never knew what I knew.
Not 'til I told you; then
you just firmly denied it.