Ziiiiine

NOT A PRESS

SOUWESTER

STARING POEM

By K8

I'm staring at my hands 
I'm staring at the water 
I'm staring at a duck trying to cross the road
I'm staring at the big sign
I'm staring at the flower I can't identify 
I'm staring at almost absolutely nothing
I'm staring at the neighbors dumping out a cooler
I'm staring at the angriest wave sequence I have ever seen 
I'm staring at something I think I've stepped on 
I'm staring at the wicked moon yeah I am
I'm staring at you getting dressed in a good outfit
I'm staring at a bunch of clothes I kind of maybe want
I'm staring at the oldest fucking trees you wouldn't believe 
I'm staring in the windows to try to get a peek
I'm staring at this photo 
I'm staring into space 
I'm staring at you things 
I'm staring at me things 
I'm staring at the clothes I brought 
I'm staring directly into the sun to make eye contact
I'm staring into the bottom of a mug thinking about it
I'm staring at you