I Sit In My Car & Wonder

A Poem by Alexandra

“Alexandra is talking to �"�"�"�"�"“
“I saw Alexandra with �"�"�"�"�"�"“
“Alexandra looks so good now a days”
“Breaking up with Fernando seemed to have done her good”

Come into my home.
The only people that have entered these doors are the ones I love.
You’ll find prescription medicine on top of a book case.
Bukowski on the floor.
Stashed tissues on the right.
A notebook of lost letters to an old lover.

Nothing about me is healed.
Nothing about me is really here.
Im a temporary, lost soul.

Nothing about me is truly here.