Oops. Sorry. Poetry.
...and so I verbalize.
—Kim Hyun
if i’m not around
i can’t be bothering
you. i do hope that
i am not a bother.
three episodes later
and i’m wondering:
interviewer? or
interviewee? there
doesn’t seem to be
a lot of yippees. this
could be because i
don’t bother being
a bother. these days
i am a slave to peanut
butter as i read burning
questions to my laptop
in bed. is that what
my fortune cookie
said? i’m pretty sure
i’ll be unable to ignore
cardi b henceforth. she
is quite short, standing
next to david letterman
as the story unfolds of
how this rapper was so
randomly unwrapped.
not all things are random.
and rapping can be rap
turous. take bob the
drag queen’s new ep.
no joke, it’s a whole
new level. and so
go dave and cardi
through the gardens
of the property at
which was born our
late president, franklin
delano roosevelt.
and this is presidents
day. in ukraine.