new year
(from a very old notebook)
because when i sit here my guard is down
and my guard's been down
it's the new year and i feel it
always four numbers
always for me
i take a walk whispering that one song out loud
crowds of friends are always brimming on the rim of my cup
and i put together resolve
because my nail is painted and
it looks like an A
for
A. it's the new year and
B. i feel it
/poems/