ELEVEN TO TROUBLE // I Wish I Was Fun

by Anna Olivia Böke, 2017

 

Sunday at eleven to twelve

it was about to repeat itself

 

Here I am

I end up hating my friends again

same bell pepper market scam

 

I’m at the bottom of myself

looking up the barrel of a gun

 

Man, I just wish I was fun

 

The wide angle hurt my eye

So I switched back

to nevermind, narrow mind,

the absence of the wonderwhy

 

Sunday at eleven to trouble

I don’t think I was meant to see double

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