nell b: bun
I stared at the back of your head. Did you see me? Did you know who I was? I was laughing until I saw that silly Ballerina bun. I’m sorry. I’m sure You’re a very nice person. I’m sure You have interesting things to say And a bevy of admirers who find you Brilliant. I don’t. I can’t. I’m sure you’re Very nice. I’m sure your outlook on The universe has served him quite Nicely. Do you want to know my Outlook on the universe? We like To ponder over the randomness Of life. Some say life has no meaning Some say everything’s connected. Horrible people say everything happens For a reason. But this is just philosophy. I think everyone is just looking for Home. Home: Tonight in the audience I smelled his sweater and her coat, And together it was the scent of my Family’s living room. Together it was The scent of my family’s living room. His holey sweaters, her wind-stained Trenches. Together. I smelled it and I Went back home, until I was reminded Of your stupid fucking bun. I laughed Until my eyes fell upon you. The light And home left me, and went to hide Behind a hairstyle that the women In my family could not even begin To understand.










