collecting rainwater in a can, pretending
i am two years ahead in the future
and i’m living it now.
now now now.
impatience, one of my flaws,
maybe sometimes a virtue, well,
anything is a virtue in the right context.
dogs’ teeth, like the old boy
who ground the front four into nothing,
today i was struck with the terrible fear that i’ll be all gums in five years,
should probably brush a little more.

wish i could live a little more,
your second half maybe
exists to create jealousy,
well, i’m not sure,
maybe i’m a jealous person,
i want the traits i have not.
the two, four, five- we skip threes
because nothing comes in threes anymore, and i’m never lucky on the third try,
well i try.
try try try.