a kid in line for the ferris wheel
yanking on your nice coat
asking why lines take so long
whining about my starvation, it
has been a full three hours since i ate
up some of that good validation
i count my past lives on my fingers
and then i lick the funnel cake
sugar off my fingers
i want to achieve a chill level
of drunk so i can explain myself to you
and not throw up in your lap
saying: ‘i am a kid at the top of this
fucking wheel of mediocrity, just
trying to remember what fun is’
i’m sorry i am asking a lot of you
tugging on your nice coat until it stretches
and i wrap myself in the fabric
| Emily exists in Austin, TX. She self-published two microchaps called "bummer" and "i imagine god tags me in an instagram post," the latter of which can be found online somehow. She tweets at @elimygisbon and grams at @blanketcellphone. |