This is
My best friend's locker
Without hooks, still catching metal
Crossing ponds with no plans for return

Air-conditioned hum
And 60% glass
Milking fangs into
Baby food jars
You were never mine
Picking flowers
Black + white bathing suit
Curious of a bee
Dear diary
I've become part of the problem
Stroking automatic voice with shaking hands
In the most trustworthy tin cans
On the way going anywhere but here
With a caravan of picketeers

This is
My best friend's locker
Without hooks, still catching metal
Crossing ponds with no plans for return

Travelling with bread crumbs in the company
Of dogs falling in and out of the comfort of our
Favorite chairs

You were never mine
Picking flowers
Black + white bathing suit
Curious of a bee

Dear diary
I've become part of the problem