Which sexual position produces the ugliest children?
Ask your mom.
I used to be scared of being alone.
I had a habit of sitting next to strangers
on the bus
despite there being empty seats,
wrote my number on restaurant tables.
I sent drunk texts to my ex-lovers
hoping one of them would miss me too.
It will take you months, I learned,
before solitude grows on you.
Often, you will have to leave
before you are ready.
But it is worth waiting for.
One day, you will be able to say,
‘This poem is not for you
and I am not sad.’
Tina Tran, This poem is not for you (via absentions)
Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness (via seabois)