as humans
we
contiain multitudes
and math jazz does, too
as humans
we
contiain multitudes
and math jazz does, too
the cat sneezes
once
twice
thrice
four times
five
my goodness!
is she alright?
wounds
from circus
are worse than bruises
because they are usually burns
and they continue to make me squirm
in showers to clean them
and days afterwards
if they need band-aids
and then, finally, when they’ve stopped looking like
peeled flesh
and grossness,
and the healing process has set well in
the itch
is all-consuming
and unimaginably annoying
and because i usually never get them this bad
i can forget this stage
but right now
this healing thing on my ankle
is all my conscious can think about
and how much i want to scratch my whole skin off
but then the process would just start
all over again…
this puppy
is so damn stinky
what on earth did she eat
that we did not see?
precariously balanced devises
plugged in to cords that show all the wires
on top of older machines
and books and unlit candles and things
i feel like the quintessential
adhd
disaster
but hey
it does
work
poem, poem, poem-it-up
gently in the morn
stressity, stressity, stressity stress
don’t get too forlorn