There’s no way you can feel …
or
This new Star Wars trailer makes me …
“This has to be the new me,” I write
today
upon “processed panda poop”
I sweat a few beads while rearranging
my
makeshift bookshelf
which includes all of the books I’m
currently
reading (I put it up after we lost the panda.
Or not.) ...
I
am writing
presently upon a product made
100%
of “recycled and odorless panda poo”
upon which I find it quite
difficult
to pen these few, distant words.
