On the walk between the table and the bathroon
I hit my knee against a chair and pinched my finger
In the craqck between the door and the door frame.
I wanted to be alone today.
To draw, and think, and not think.
I wanted to seat with my headphones on
And take a break from myself.
Instead, I run into a bunch of friends,
We talked, I had coffee. It's 2:45 and I feel like
I'v been in this cafe forever.
In the bathroom I look at my face in the mirror.
The lines, the blemish.
I retrace the conversations, marking the awkwardness, the missplaced jokes, the silences in angry lines
As red as the wall