Was it that I toughed it out? I mean
long enough for a good word? I
never did. My PEERS became
different people (instead).
Staple in fours but think kinky.
Dissasociate Waikiki.
I’ve never been to Hawaii. We
gorge on all fours. One of my
nostrils is clogged. On paper.
Your words form a perfect spider
on the blurry square in my vision.
One would argue cute and fluffy.
I argue on paper. I wish these
were just conversations with
myself. Otto home watching
cartoons. Which this morning
were drinking.
