when Everyone searches for
Originality
Cohesiveness is lost
A web reduced to unused fibers
drifting chaotically in the wind

You are not brilliant
I don’t care what your mom thinks
Aspire for average

I live in many places:
Sometimes, in the weight between the top of my neck and the bottom edge of my skull,
or about 3 feet trailing behind my left ear;
a few times I've found myself in your right eye;
But, most of the time, I am hanging, suspended a breathe away from the skin that clothes the body that lives for me.

I will buy myself Chanel perfume.
Invest.
Tip everyone.
Eat breakfast with champagne.
With my finger and toenails constantly flawless.
Sleep will be reserved exclusively for the time between sunset and sunrise.
I will have to check my schedule.
Wear heels to work.
I will buy myself Chanel perfume.

I stare at screens,
choppy imitations
of what lies beyond,
A bystander
in the safe world of fiction.

I wear contacts–
my vision is not 20/20,
I can't see you from across the room.
But I have retina display
And I liked your post.

I stare at the ground.

The blatant emptiness of sleep is honest,
un-assumed, comforting, and reliable-
a stark contrast to the fraudulent, deceitful, disconcerting
masked emptiness of reality.

Don’t make any plans:
decisions allow failure;
uncertainty breaths.