Some days are better than others.
This is an empty envelope sent from an absent father.
This is an excuse to indulge a fear of feelings.

This is like feeling nauseous while eating your favorite food.
This is like waiting for a bus that never comes.
This is like wishing for love and getting only brussel sprouts.

****.
I hate brussel sprouts.

This is like watching the smartest man you know sell hot dogs at the ballpark.
This is like smoking a joint filled with oregano.

When you’re really hungry. And allergic to oregano.

This is like never knowing how to respond to people’s compliments.
This is like a cherry missing its pit.
This is like green tea that burns your tongue.
This is like listening to Chopin but hearing hustla rap instead.
This is like staring at clothes you can’t buy.
This is like being afraid to dance in the rain.
This is like a Miley Cyrus music video.
This is, like, endless repetition.

This is a meaningless manifesto

Of empty words written with cranberry juice on burning paper.

This is like slowly dying of a stuffy nose.
This is like sitting alone in the park when you’re used to playing Frisbee with frat guys.
This is like an 8-hour wait at the DMV.
When no one showers the night before.
This is, like, so totally awesome.
This is like falling in love with the moon.
This is like a girl who smells like snowflakes
But melts just as quickly.
This is like wanting to quote Shakespeare on a first date.
This is like heart nausea.
This is like trying to write an ending to an empty story.