i’m convinced 

that having your shit together is unattractive

well-behaved kids were told to suck it up

now they’re ugly and can’t help it

 

i’m convinced 

that life is just the time you spend in between subway rides

resisting then succumbing to nature (your own, too)

life is 

yawning as you walk from the F to the 2 at 14th St

and wondering why you're not the pretty man with piercings or the 

pretty platform passerby that may or may not

be an influencer

 

i’m convinced 

that subway tunnels cannot be real

they must be intergalactic timespace wormholes

projected against the 3D reality that we’ll never escape

elevators are

what you ride after braving the tunnely wind

holding a trader joe’s bag with just a bottle of limeade

 

i was once a confident teenager, too,

but confident teenagers become scared adults

and scared adults become angry parents

and angry parents raise well-behaved kids

who become confident teenagers

 

i’m convinced of change but maybe change is just

a storyteller cosplaying prophet

and i’m a believer lost 

faithfully

to cult