written in poem form

Let me tell you about my day. one where I wanted you to stay; went to the park found no space, no surrender, I lay myself down on the brick bench slab, so cold it cooled my back. while I looked onward up in the unknowing of what is yet to come, nobody is looking at me but only what is in between. I was so hungry I went to get some wings not all that satisfying, not at all, in fact, they were just some wings; ate them in a mall on a bench because everything else is dead, too dead to sit and eat the tables are pushed up against a wall and the chairs are…