not by big thief but by me

not cars, not driving, not my phone, not thriving, not the house, not the food, not me being rude, not sneakers, not shoes, not jazz, not the blues, not pencils, not pens, not the rooster crooning at the hens, not the headlights, not doors, not the room with no floors, not peace, not home, not liking being alone, not my nails, not the blood, not knives, not the flood, not the wheels, not my chewing, not creating, not glueing, not the dots, not the lines, not me being totally fine,  not the exits, not grass, not some man slapping my ass, not the tears, not the tears, not the monsters, not our fears, not the gun, not the knife, not home, not life, not staying, not here, not smoking, not deer, not hydrating, not hair, not writing this in my underwear, not exploding, not god, not replacing my vapes old pod, not a buffer, not alarms, not the bug bites trailing up my arms, not my shoes, not laundry, not books, not fondling, not jeans, not dirt, not my fingernails which are constantly short.