candy bones

i know i think too much

about bones being bones being bones

about

being alone

in a city too big to watch me nice

not enough peppermint candies to roll in my mouth

like

nervous clattering bones

a little bit

i'm enough i'm enough i'm enough

and capable

but sinking my teeth in the sand and

spitting up bile

bile

or something anyway,

anywhere else would be the same

and

nothing's far enough away from my brain cause it

runs and speeds up chips my teeth on peppermint candies and sawdust

like a skull hitting against coffin lid

or else not like it at all, anyway, can't i be a kid again

or else let me feel safe

somewhere

please