i got out of bed today
i was walking jello
i remember feeling close to…
i remember the sun
i look like i feel, walking
around in radiant suburban
sunlight,
a demon in a christmas
parade.
like
like
poetryi’d take the time to learn the
names and the words
and the anatomy of it all.
wish i could speak your language,
spill my guts,
get away with it,
jet away cuz i can’t cut it
with people
point and shoot
poetrycatch memories on film
or
paint outlines on asphalt
the sieve and the sand 