LTC

I push page after page, always the same
              who is that who is it i don’t want it i don’t
words, but aren’t they the same
              james james where is he now
people, fundamentally, anyway? We can keep them
              they stole it it’s too purple
happy. That’s all that matters. Oh and quiet,
              but i love him i want him to fuck me
that matters, because a loud resident makes
              ow she pinched me when james james
everyone unhappy! Why, I would live here
              who are you i wear blue when i was a girl
myself of course! No my mother isn’t here. Perhaps
              and i liked to show my legs to the boys
grandma needs a bit of help falling asleep, just like at home
              am i dead in the store there is a boy named
she might drink some hot milk, but we
              but i don’t like it it smells like shit it smells like
don’t want burns, oh no, and she doesn’t swallow
              shit you tried to make james who is that who
quite as well as she used to, oh no, but we
              is it i don’t want it don’t bite me it’s broken
get by. She does okay with pills when they
             i won’t i won’t i won’t james don’t cry don’t
are all mashed up in applesauce. Just like home!
              cry don’t cry it’s too late now