i showed you the sky today
it was a mixture of pink and blue
and nothing could stop me
from yelling, “i cant feel dead anymore”
to a neighborhood i knew wasn’t
listening
its 7:26am
and i’ve convinced myself
that you still talk to me
in the form of sylvia plath quotes
left in places you know i’ll see
i haven’t slept
but when i close my eyes
we still talk a lot