I prayed in the grass last night for 20 minutes and then thought repeatedly: "I don't even believe in God."

'these dorms look the most like prisons
it was voted on somewhere
it has official merit that your word does not
you fucking fuck'

I just hit my plastic shark against an open drawer
with such sad rage, like a satanic latin american film
with ghosts
then I hit myself on the head briefly

I am obsessed with ghosts because I am
writing a book about ghosts
I am self absorbed to the max, yo
I cried in front of my mirror last night

you are only allowed to do that once a year
I put my hand to the mirror and cried
and hated myself and it was resonating
in the dormitory hallway that looks like

prison.