It says you can recycle it

it pulls the whiteness into the pink
Just like the white goes into dark

If you knew how I really am
You wouldn’t like me

Maybe you should duck down
And then the ghosts wouldn’t find me

I screamed and cried
In my car
It was for you, but it never is
It’s really for me

I went up the stairs and whooped and whooped and whacked
And then they died. Then fire came out of them.

I grieved for a loss
I pretended not to fathom

It’s real
Just not today

Go back to pretending