Before I used to eat my burgers plain
Then one day I added cheese
Soon I added onion and then lettuce
Eventually I understood tomatoes
Now the world is mine

When sadness takes me,
my head is my bedroom
and my bedroom has not been cleaned.
I cannot see the floor.

Sometimes I am so sad
that I put it on a paper.
With the energy left,
I pick up a pen
or type a key,
and then:

I AM SAD.

And there it is,
the sadness,
there you are,
without clutter.

Sometimes I am so sad
that I write it down.
So I can look at the sadness,
there,
away from me.

which I wanted at the time
a moment and
then second guessed so soon
for years for I saw
what it looked like from
outside of me, when inside
it suited a side of me perhaps
not all sides but a side

When you don't have a home
you begin to appreciate
the things you do own

the cloth that hugs my arms
and back and neck
that warms my body
and becomes a pillow
for a nap
on a slopped fleshy hillside

How long from this moment
will no one know I ever existed?
How many people know about
my Great Grandfather Howard Hubbard?

Coming home to my little nest
Working backwards to find the inside of my stomach
no one cares
and that's okay
it's really okay

I am looking for the comfort in being nothing

I sometimes wish that I could
just be content
But then I wouldn't be me

There is breathing that is yours
it is mine for now
and it is warm
the breaths I borrow from you fleet rhythm

We play a song from bad speakers
that I've been listening too everyday for a few days

The song is a blanket
it's not down but nothing's perfect
underneath it is warm like the breathing

The wind outside is noisier than the song
not knocking but clanking cold on my windows
I am thinking of the cold outside
I am under the blanket that is the song
I am under a window that faces the highway
I try to think of nothing

But I cannot think of nothing
because I am thinking of the song
this song written decades before me
this song that is short
I am afraid that the song will end
I am warm and thinking of being cold

Even under this blanket
I am not listening to the song
I am thinking of the next song
the song I don't know
the song that I am afraid of