What is that a snake? You must be
very sensitive.
Ikea is so serendipitous. I was just there
yesterday and I like how your poem
ends with it.
And your Chinese lantern in New York.
See, if you dumb it down it makes more
sense.
People tend to have a lot of feelings,
especially about Ikea.
When I get back do you want to jerk?
Are you implying I’m a lousy friend?
Maybe, halfheartedly. But I’ve no idea
why it requires a shower.
Take Tuesday, for example. Or what?
Take making me feel guilty. But
who made that really?
See, everybody has a point. Mine
is usually Xanax.
I’m on auto-pilot with the ink.
Zen would be good for me because
one of the biggest obstacles is the
feeling I’m always rushing.
