it shouldn’t be
so hard to believe
that i made it for me
that i said it for me
or that i did it for me

i got t i r e d
of being enslaved
by the idea
that i had to
relentlessly justify
my very right to e x i s t
that i had to prove
again and again and again
my purpose
my worth
my supreme health and vitality
my endless energy
availability
flexibility
my moral ******* i n g superiority

(that’s why)

(with blue cheese lacking the desired tang)


sore arms
purple masks
East 1999
alternate routes
breadsticks
tears
cats on high alert
cold hands
gas stations
powder
witches
vampires
&
s p a c e s h i p s

you know
friday night
b u c k w i l d
when it involves
lidocaine patches
naproxen sodium
& ice packs
after challenging yourself
to a dance off
and don’t be a punk
if the patch dislodges
and gets stuck in your hair
just dislodge it again
#onwardandupward
#checkyourhead

i limited myself
on purpose
set up a procedure
for my future self
to pause at
a certain place
and be considerate
but when my warning arrived
from the past me
that turned future me
now to now me
and now me
and n o w me
i could still decide
whether to accept my
own rule or
completely discard it
and glimpsed i am
all the me’s
in all of the times
and in all of the projections
and in all of the reflections