I Do This Every Time

The corners of my head get darker than the starry night.

I decorate my bedroom with artificial light.

I do this every time.

Yes, I do it every time.

I tuck the pitch-black thoughts in nebulous rhymes,

And I am scared to death if I forget the next line.

I do this every time.

Yes, I do it every time.

The cobwebs in my skull drip tears that taste like lime.

I wish that I could call the little joys mine.

I do this every time.

Yes, I do it every time.

-Jackie