I speak only in lies.
This statement is false.
I've stopped caring.

PANEL 1:
Jon and Garfield sit at the same living room table in complete silence. Jon struggles to keep the weak smile plastered to his face.

PANEL 2:
Jon begins sobbing uncontrollably. Garfield stares. He says nothing.

PANEL 3:**
Jon continues sobbing. Garfield eats a lasagna.

Why, yes that is me
Writing poetry
Weaving up and down I-95

Hey, what can I say
Besides get out of the way
If you care to arrive home alive

Don't dare honk that horn
As the perfect poem
Bounces around in my cab

With pen and paper in lap
Just be thankful that
Your not one of the sacrificial dead

Or one of the cars that I swiped
As I continue to write
Another poem that I've perfected

As I speed by in my car
Under radar
Passing State Troopers undetected

But that's the price that you pay
For great poetry
If you don't mind that being said

Don't worry though I ain't no fool
Cause I know the rules
Never would I dare drive and text...

sometimes
i think that
we will never be like how they are on tv
ill never own a key to your house
ill never be able to just barge in unannounced
ill never be able to just sit at your dining room table and have a conversation with your mom
over mugs of hot
steaming
tea
but then i remember
that we are nothing like those on tv
we are so incredibly different:
we are real
and to be quite honest
i dont think id wish it any other way


― j.c.