Lashes

LASHES

Avielle Jannsen

I sleep because there’s nothing else to do. I’m too good at thinking, overthinking through. I’m no good for me, but I know I’m good for you. I look good with my eyes closed. I sleep and provide a view.

My lashes are long so they fall down on my cheeks. Then I rub my eyes, something to do instead of think.

And so instead of thinking I’m wishing on the lashes that keep falling from my eyes. Wish they’d fall in instead and help me, help me cry.