hollow eyes

stanford feels so empty

last year i was so full

of hope now i just wait

for the next line of coke

to carry me through today

the faces are empty

the voices are empty

the words that you’re 

saying are empty too

i don’t want to talk to you

your love feels empty

you never listen to me

your body feels empty

you never touch me

for what i’m feeling

the way a needle touches

a record that is

the connection of my

brain chemicals to you

to the world to my life

one wrong chemical in

a geometric web i do

not understand and my

song is totally interrupted

and i wake up sober

glitter on your pillow

tears in my eyes looking

at these silky drywall skies

—September 2021, Stanford, CA