circles in my vast head. I forgot
what time it was one time
vast head I am not I am not.
The first dead bird was a wild
turkey. Or so it says here on
this outdated orange bird.
Writing is a time to reflect on
whatever it’s worth. Pretty
much priceless. You’re just a
geek who’s trying to make me un-
comfortable in my own living
room. The room in which I live.
