i don’t care what you

tell your parents on the way out

I don’t care if you think about

me now, I don’t care if

you think about me now, I

don’t care if you think

about me now.

if you think about me now

hold your hands to the light, try to

catch what slips in between. did it matter what you couldn’t hold? you’ve got

more than enough. that should be all

what you think about

the kids scream outside, or play the window glass mutes the difference

me now laying in the light

I don’t care, tracing the steps where feet left dust imprints, summoning the

creeks beneath, a siren song to wake you

if you think

the day only wanes and waxes poetic if you let it, the light filling your irises

and thoughts creep in

about me, the empty space can leave a dent if one is not careful

now

rise and watch the way a street can shift if you’re not careful, swallowing hole

the unattended

i don’t care