created a isolated world
than plucked
myself into reality,
for impulsive reasons.

lust
& love,
I'm apart of

I circle the store at least three times, every time I go.
I can never make up my mind.
Usually Trader Joe will ask me if I'm OK,
Or if he can help me find anything.
Usually I'll lie and say I'm fine,
Squinting intently at the array of fresh greens
But today I asked him..

How can I decide which fruit is the sweetest?
Does it matter where it came from?

Does it matter if an onion is red, or yellow, or "sweet"
If they all will make me cry?

What's the difference between a fig and a date?
How come I can never find either of them?

If swiss chard is so good for you,
Why does it taste so bad going down?

Why do beans make you farty?
How is that a "magic fruit?"

Why is everyone blind to the lie
That carrots make your eyesight better?

Is it toe-may-toe or toe-mat-toe?
Poe-tay-toe or poe-tat-toe?
Does it matter?
Does any of this matter?

He replied, "Ma'am, my name isn't Joe. I don't know. I just work here.. and they definitely don't pay me enough for this."

So I left with an empty bag, and a heavy mind.

Maybe living is
itself morally worse than
never being born

4:08 PM
19/5/20

I put all religious texts in library
in the over
   eighteen fiction section.

For who would let a child ponder
           on the dualities of moral
discomfort, and the lessons of
  what ponders beneath the page.

For the lessons are a contagion on
      young minds. These books
choose the morals of an age bygone.

These books have been a disease on
the morality of humanity. yet they are
         fiction a duality of horror and beauty.

But lest we forget that the horrors within
should not be shackled on a mind young.

   So that is why I put those religious books
           in the over eighteen section..
In every library I visit,

              am I wrong or right...

               You decide....

We are godless
and yet more moral
                       than those who
                               cherry pick.


                    And yet never
able to swallow the
                         pip.

[ in-kuhn-sis-tuhnt ]
Adjective
Contradictory, irregular

I call my self inconsistent
and despite the way that I fluctuate between
one thing has always been
the way that I can see
the world that spins madly around me
when all is said
and all is done
I will always be the one
that can see through the fog on the overcast day
or that can always guide the way
I may not be the best
I may not be the brightest
but when it comes to me
I'm the rightest