Sometimes we try not to think
about how scared we are of ourselves,
how our rooms smell
after a night out and the taste
of the bean burrito we had for breakfast.
We try to be nice to each other
and buy each other americanos
and listen. We are trying to remember
what it was like to hold hands and kiss
like we did before this mania overtook us.
We try to say the things
that seem true to us and to listen.
We try to listen. We are trying
to be sincere and have feelings
and say things and buy each other
americanos. We are trying to listen.