child

i am a child

and a painter, and a sculpture

and a liar and a truther

and a baker, microwaver

frozen heater

fan of silence, fomo speeder

with a fear of pain

and a helmet hater

a health nut with no impulse control

and if there’s fries i’ll swallow hole

and a family man who does the dishes

and yells at my family cuz they never listen

and a girl without her mother

who hates her and also loves her

an anomaly and a caucasian-brunette

box dyed realness, a scrupulous threat

maybe a

what you see is what you get

but maybe you don’t know what you want yet

so there’s everything and nothing and something and it’s all

colliding

and you’re looking at the shades of red in aisle 3; deciding.