(in my heart of hearts)


to please stop
asking me to
a c c e p t the cookies.

( sweet corn | work zone ahead | do not pass )

i think everyone is everyone.
i simply can't help it.

some days
you hit every red light
and get stuck behind
a literal **** truck
for miles on end
when it's 85° and
the a/c is broken.

and i'm pretty ******* certain
that if you don't want to hear it,
you're not gonna hear it.

and if you don't want to learn,
you're not gonna learn.

and it's not my fault
you can't attune your
listening ears.

there is no
what should be
there is only
what is.

sometimes i get the edges
(the glimpses of a dream)
the moment you think to r e a c h
that thing is already
- gone -

the thought was conjured,
for a moment, just_
that i am already anything
i could ever need to be...
and better than even
i thought i could be
(in this backwards time.)