tape of a laugh track

i’m warm and good

and awake with warmness

that makes me good to

write about something

bad and cold

like when she left

me to otherwise die

but i didn’t and

got to writing this

eventually

after she wrote me off

*

 unpolluted by my blood

i’m finally seeing

others in myself

and having them talk

while i listen

to the stories i know

but have yet to figure out

like how i’m alone

but together in loneliness

how i know

but unknow by knowing

how i am stuck in it

but by noticing

moving myself out of it

if only to climb back in

like blood that cycles

*

i am misery

taped together

with a smile

and some

laughs at the wrong moments

which only leads

to more misery

and the tape

that runs out

eventually