On my feet,
Under my nails.
You don’t want to be found.
I envy that too much to respect it.
I’d never understood shame,
But as everyone who you love deeply
Drifts away,
“Drifts,”
One might wonder how I can’t smell my own stink.
Welcome to Florida!
You’ll never see that phone again

She spends her morning icing up,
Drawing on those brows.
Thirty minutes, all it takes
The talons and teeth, feverish though she takes.
Unbothered, gleeful even
The glassy eyes promising purpose
Yet here we are
Icing for thirty minutes.
Too many cans in one bag,
The cat would've been fine.

Phone a friend
Perhaps I'd follow the lead
Predictable, you couldn't.
I have to.
We'll be there soon
You'll have much to
Post about
Positively waiting for the shoe of the
Polarity to drop

I need to Google what poetry actually is.
I will then write a poem about corn!
Elotes, man.
Amen.

Magnolia flowers!
Close your bloodshot eyes.
It's time to pray
for mercy in the manufactured marathon.
You'll not be running, or?
May their flesh match souls,
And words detail what is.

It looks so ridiculous
But those shoulders?
Let them watch

Now knows
What it feels like
To get your ears pierced at Claire's