not lost — letitia despina

i’m not lost just vibin

not lost
just vibin g

^{what can i say now

all grown up

when others are doctors

or people who seem normal in the head

who have pockets where they keep their bus pass

and get meal tickets

and they go home every evening

to eat dinner with their families

and when they look out the window

feeling a jab of lust for something

there’s no lingering on the inner voice

that says, in chinese,

what’s the deal, dude? is that all there is?

i have nothing to say and i need to say it.}