Hector was a garbage man for the city. His dream was to be in garbage management. Theodora was a princess from an island. One day she was on vacation at a beautiful resort when Hector jumped off his truck to dump garbage. At first he didn't notice her. He thought that she was just another can of garbage. He garbage-manfully upturned her.  
   “Hey!” She cried out.
  Hector dropped her. “I'm sorry! I
thought you were a can of garbage!”    
   “That's okay. I haven't taken a bath in 2 weeks.”
   “Me too,” said Hector.
   “Are you a garbage man?” She asked.
   “Yes. Some day I hope to be in garbage management!”
   “I'm a princess. My father is the king of our country.”
   “That's nice,” Hector replied, perturbed.
   “What is it?”
   “I'm tired of meeting royalty. They're always
hanging around cans of garbage.”
   “I didn't ask to be born,” Theodora said forlornly.
   “Me too,” said Hector.

"Are you gonna pound a nail?" Asked the other carpenter. ~ "No, I'm gonna wipe my *** on it, you *******," said the carpenter and then he did. ~ "Who's the ******* now?" Asked the other carpenter.

Looking East

she looked east
and saw the sun
burning a hole
in the pavement.
her time was
almost up. too
late for revisions.
she heard the wind
laughing. soft voices.
neighbors clinking
glasses. clouds
passing. the only
hope the nature
of time. its open
invitation. and not
knowing.

the not knowing.
that was it.

i can no longer have you as my home because i will end up homeless time and time again.

I'm not a very good at explaining things.

But I do have amazing ideas I'd love to share.

But I'm not good at explaining.

Haha.