Vertige

I will never think of the rainy season the same way

(or blue hydrangeas in full bloom)

I hate standing in funeral homes and popping meds in their kitchen

(how shameful, an addict)

Why do you believe I sing on-key?

(i have not much to give)

This house is full of substances, racism, and cleaners

(silently but i notice them)

We’re too good to socialize with those people !

(i told you)

Whom should I place the blame on?

It was more than a decade ago 

But it hurts

(did it shape my life?)

Remember New Wave, standing in the doorway, 

and the Diane von Furstenburg dress I accidentally gave to charity?

It wouldn’t fit me anymore, timelessness.