do you work for a company that refuses to apologize?
does the sexuality of someone else threaten your own?
do you grab the left door or the right?
are you looking in the rearview and trying to please?
do you have a seat at the table? do you want one?
did you just assume someone’s pronouns?
are you constantly being apologized to?
is your identity forced upon you? do you appreciate that?
do you make decisions for the group or the individual?
are feelings buried in your achilles heel or floating on the tip of your tongue?
did you pull a rock from the mountain, and did it make you bleed? who else bled because of your actions?
does your shadow teach you anything? is it with you in darkness?
are you within some parenthesis or did you step on someone to get where you are?
has the sun burned you, like it said it would?
are you apologizing for your actions that make you proud?
are you filling the hardness with softness? or at least anti–hardness?
are you asking enough questions?
are you setting a speed limit?
is someone absent from the conversation?
are you leaving victims in your wake?
did you share all you had to say? did everyone else?
did you test someones patience today? did you test your own?
was it you who let the birds fly?
are you sharing your truth?
how many times have you read question #1?
did you take any steps toward it?
youve said sorry but have you said youre welcome?
have feelings been denied?
did you hear what was said, or what you wanted?
how do you tell which one is the haunted house?
where does your total attention lie? is it with a heartbeat or a glowing piece of glass?
do you know what youre sorry for?
if i knock on my blinker, will it skip to the next song?
do you let people tell you what is best for you?
is your identity falling into the cracks between every letter that forms your name?
if i pay for the person behind me, does it guarantee they will have a good day? will it happen to me at my next destination?
are you supporting establishments that undervalue their staff?
is the internet a tool for you or is it entertainment? could you find the difference?
if i pee in the stream running to the storm drain, will the ducks haunt me forever?
is the tape holding it all together?
is someone taking advantage of you? are you letting them, for your own survival? should you consider their perspective?
can you find solace in red yellow green?
if i eat this burrito moments before knocking out, will this body despise me tomorrow?
did you pass the big trucks or vice versa?
have the road signs become just more content for you?
are you waiting on the sun?
is someone telling you the company they own is more important than any one human life?
is anyone even still reading?
if nobody is on the road with you how do you know what speed to travel? or if you should even travel at all?
does your desire effect more than you?
do these words matter if you never read them?
if, like they say, i can be any thing and any one, then why
can’t i stop doing this?
can’t i stop doing this?
if i kiss you from within the script, does it still feel the same? do i still give the same?
where did this thought go?
if a creature is given no touch, could it learn to provide touch in ways unconventional?
will these feelings get more intense in the midwest?
what would it look like if i just sat in this same position and stared at my hands, or the wall for as long as ive stared at my phone?
if i keep listening to this emo music which so articulately describes the way that i feel and i keep thinking that itll be okay because they were someone elses feelings first, will i be in this place forever?
why is everyone in such a hurry to be laborous?
why does cloth hold identity so securely?
who keeps letting me think distance works as seconds and minutes?
is art just a way to be heard? and if it is, can i create so much that i get drowned out enough to stop existing? can i disappear in all this noise?
do I have the consent of sadness?
does my long distance friend have a voice and is it something i could imagine beyond the page or screen?
why do the dead parts of me still carry on?
not a choice in knowing the truth, isn’t that why you keep getting up?
does your c.e.o. have multiple affairs a week or do they just salivate over a.f.i.?
why is it so much more claustrophobic when a single vessel from a russian doll goes solo?
am i predictable or do i just refuse to deny this self small pleasures?
wait, is this hate or indifference?
how many times will i have to read this for the feeling to go away? how many times ’till you feel it too?
how can you feel an absense if you never let anything go missing?
what i believe, it helps me. and who am i to say that is wrong?
has heaven been replaced by the internet?
if i am so content with how i am living, why am i still attempting to fill a void?
if you drive a truck in san diego without a padres sticker are you even a real bro??
if this sentence is a lie and i alone believe it, when does it become true?