hi.
i love you who read this.
very much.
and i miss each of you.
i think i'm going to go eat a bagel.
i hope each of your bellies are happy.
and your minds are happy, too.
peace and asparagus.

she's mistaken apathy for open-mindedness.

she's runnin' around with the right crowd gone wrong.
or maybe she's the one whose gone left.

she's a deception.
but she can't be sure of it.

they never told her,
but she knows.

and sweet sleep leads the angelic prince to his flights of rest.
that's how it sounds in her head.

i
am
a
scat
ter
bra
in

and
antsy

and i want you to want me. doo doo doo doo.
seriously. doo doo doo.

"how is it in the not-world above?" she asks.
he's quiet for a moment.
he breathes, "nothing like the picture book."

************** [14, one for each year]

when your ashes settle on the snow
i hope they tell you the punchline
and i hope you will laugh
and none of us will know why
the snow, it's you
i know

suffocation
frustration
boredom
idleness
wallowing in whatever's left

here and there are the same except for the "t"

that hissing, drawn-out "t" for the sound that echoes when a balloon deflates or when nostalgia fusses at the door

some days that difference is winking under a ray of sun

knock it off

ice is frozen to boil underground [drip]
electric currents flow to be slaughtered by a switch [flip]
bread is baked to be forced through the pipes [flush]
flowers grow to bow to the soil [chop]
artists create to prove themselves wrong [think]
i exhale dragonflies just to watch them fly away [whisper]

tonight my alter ego is a naive poet named

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