we fence these graves with the bones of our own

back to school season is the season of sales and suicides.
yesterday wondering in the land of found objects i found tom. tom is a pink light up skull. i shall do mysterious vodoo magic with him. mostly love spells.
i have not seen target boy in about a week. i feel like im drying up, like a prune.
every summer my brother, father, grandma and i go to tiny town. today we went and during lunch when grandma was talking about her cancer i pretended i wasnt listening and lost my appetite and tried not to cry while looking at the chubby 5 year old holding 5 lollypops who was waiting for her mother to finish breast-feeding her sibling.