Eleven Twelve


When it turns eleven twelve
I'll watch the glowing stars
above my head
that I bought
at the video store
on November 5th and I'll watch
the ironed blue light
flicker on and off
while the shadows creep up and down
my bathroom floor
with everything to whisper and nothing to lose,
just like me and nothing like you.
and while you sit
in your spinning chair
forgetting homework, let alone me.
I'll lie awake
and remember everything.

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