I’ve decided to stop using paper towels to dry my hands. They, and by they I mean my hands, have started to crack, not unlike other parts of my being. Blistered and that pinkish color that my grandma thinks is good for lipstick. The skin starts to peel, but I am not a snake. I can’t shed it all at once. I have to wait; I have to watch, it slowly flake off and reveal the kisses she left on my palms

We are sitting and I am talking but only in the way that I think will impress you because I think maybe if you see I have an interest in contemporary art you will think that I am intelligent. She said that calling my statement art was an offense to what she does and we just laughed.

Flannery told me that a good man is hard to find and my english teacher told me that Flannery was a genius and my mom told me that my english teacher was amazing and my grandma told me that my mom was the smartest person she knew and my dad told me that I am so lucky to be able to do such great things with such little effort.

That cat slithers around the lamps and books and candles and pictureframes. *******,
cat

Chupacabra is my best friend, and Isaac Newton always drank water when he was thirsty.
Don't ****.
Art.

dactyls and fractyls and crystal visions
can't save you from the swim
water constantly up your nose

pass me the honey
honey
pass me the bacon
pig

25 pounds of bananas and all I want is a quesadilla

Yesterday I tried recording the snow for the blind but as they felt around the braille melted under their fingertips.

White cheddar cheese ***** are better than snow, so I recorded self eating them and told the blind that is what snow is.

Car doors left ajar in the freezing cold while I sit in the passenger seat and fume
angry, thinking,
jarring

jaundice blackberry
bruises

billireuben ****
HAPPY NEW YEAR

correct confessions from the cards
I refuse to heed

red string me
yellow ribbon
tree? free?

forgiveness
dirt in the wounds
chips all over the floor

my own personal chauffeur
broth beefing

and pennies for literature. I hope all your clothes are clean because now you are baroque. Don't fix it. Ornate -- statuesque. Not in your house, not in your pocket book. Money can't buy me art. or was it heart? This is the license you can't get at the DMV.

rich people go to die
and the young people who live there
have lived there forever
are going to live there forever

thats what the river
behind my house told me
as I waited for the smell of the hello
when the school bus pulled up.

I think that is when I knew I wanted to be rich and never work.

That's also when I gave the kid next to me the finger.
Because he said something stupid.

The demon driver of despair reprimanded me.
But, Barbra Streisand would say I had chutzpah.

The Asian grocery store in Aurora terrorizes the people.
The smell of fish genocide punches me in the face every time I walk in.

Nothing was the same now that home was in another state.
NOw that the lethargic drug dealer sits next to me on the light rail.

Canyon Road is where the sun sets and the stars lift off to light up the sky.