ALSO UNTITLED ❋ Dalton Kamish
i’m sorry that weeks seem like seconds and minutes seem like days and
i’m sorry that you can’t wake up without hating yourself because you can’t wake up and
i’m sorry that you can’t get out of bed for any other reasons than obligation, guilt, and fear, in that order.
i’m sorry that there are only twelve donuts in a dozen and if we both have one and then split a third there will only be nine left and
i’m sorry that this will be our breakfasts for a week and
i’m sorry this means having one donut each for breakfast for four days and splitting the ninth on the fifth and not eating breakfast at all on the sixth or the seventh and
i’m sorry that all the cinnamon sugar donuts are gone if we get to the shop any later than eight thirty and
i’m sorry i’m sorry i know how hard it is for you
i’m sorry that morning breath is even a thing and
i’m sorry that you don’t believe me when i say yours isn’t even bad and
i’m sorry that you’re so aware of your breathing but maybe that’s a good thing and
i’m sorry that sometimes ghosts are our only company.
i’m sorry that coffee doesn’t have any nutritional value and
i’m sorry that sometimes it makes you feel nauseous but you can’t ever tell when this will happen and
i’m sorry that the caffeine doesn’t suppress your appetite in the ways that you want it to and
i’m sorry that you’ve internalized a reflex that stops you from crying when you want to and
i’m sorry that there are so few hours of daylight in november.
i’m sorry that
i’m sorry that the moon is so far away but maybe it belongs there.