what happens in my pockets

a lot. my hands need something to do when they’re hiding. ripped up paper, dissected cigarette butts, chewed on pen caps. my hands fidget with a mint chocolate chip flavored condom (still in it’s wrapper, of course) or lollipop sticks or nicotine gum. or pins whose backs make the tips of my fingers bleed. i keep my gloves there, but i still lose them. i try to keep a lighter there but i never have it when i need it. a lot of chipped nail polish and coins i like to jingle to the beat of my music (i always think people can’t hear it but they always can.) my vape, dead or alive, a pencil, dead or alive. in my back pockets i keep a notebook and my phone (what a juxtaposition) and in my front pockets i keep nothing but lint because that’s all they can hold.