Monday, February 20, 2023

mmmdccclxxii

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.

Presidential Award