when one is getting sick
and one thinks that there may be a slight potential
that the illness may be able to possibly be avoided
if one sleeps well
it is always in those moments
that the sleep becomes
abismal
when one is getting sick
and one thinks that there may be a slight potential
that the illness may be able to possibly be avoided
if one sleeps well
it is always in those moments
that the sleep becomes
abismal
enough of that…
enough of it all!
[it’s funny how recording an audition to be a villain
infiltrates my poetry-vibes as well…]
tiny books and booklets
and notebooks and scraps of paper
and bound and unbound pages
everywhere
everywhere
everywhere
what will i ever do with all these writings?
[what will i ever do with this digital equivalent as well?]
coffee ice
frozen solid
coffee ice
not very good for the morning
coffee ice
i mean, i love that it’s cold but
one big slab of coffee ice
isn’t made to be drunk
at once
like i usually drink
[maybe today i eat my coffee…]
the american experiment
failed
“happy” 250 years…
writing in a way that felt hard
but turned easy
because i [apparently] have
a lot
to say
[the hj story]
thunderstorms
lighting up the sky
behind the lights of the city
sparking joy in my eyes
and midnight evening’s ending
like i’m actually a
new york city artist
all
the nerves
none
of the control
thinking about
sacred
thinking about
holy
thinking about what these words mean to me
and even more
what songs/books/people/practices
are such
to
me
all-gender bathroom
happy pride wishes
with strangers
[this is a beautiful month
inside a beautiful city]