My teeth are bright, but my hair
is brighter. I collect people like
I read books - picking up
as many as I can but never
reading them all. My things
fall apart because I find them
on the ground. I smoke so much
that sometimes I forget
to smoke. I couldn’t believe in God
so I made up my own religion.
My hair is bright red because
when I run out of answers
I change my hair. I write
in all the margins of my books.
My shoes fall apart faster
than I can run. I walk around
wondering what I appear to be.
My friend told me that God is
watching over all of us. I held
his hand, not because I believed him;
but because it was a comforting thought,
and I was too exhausted to do anything else.