i am ripped open
and full of air and light,
the window is open
and it’s a tuesday night
in march where
the gave us
the sky even
at 8 PM

i love the sound
of three cats meowling
in unison.
it’s honestly
like a symphony

rest in pleasure, Pete Seeger.
you may have spent your entire life
ignoring your wife and children,
in search of folk songs,
but you were in the weavers
and i’m sure you weren’t
that bad of a dude.

what if i told everybody
that… i have a body
and i am NOT just a brain
hooked up to the internet.

what if i told you
that i use my HANDS
to type these
status updates??

some of us have roast beast,
some of us have egg nog,
some of us have mistletoe and holly.

i have
luce irigaray and the speculum of
the other woman.

omar wanted to tell everybody:
live ur lives, dont worry
about the things that don’t go
exactly how u think they should,
u may drool a lot like me, but in the end
we’re all who we are. live
power to ur truth. and sometimes?
hide under a side-table.
there’s no reason to hide
what u feel.
bless.

yeah kierkegaard was a fox
except for his hump
and all of his latent
fear of women.

WHY ARE WE
EVEN ALIVE
RIGHT NOW WHY
ARE WE BREATHING WHAT
IS GOING ON

He was very tender
about the way he discussed
the broadsides which hurt
Kierkegaard’s feelings and I feel
like it was nice of him
not to mention K’s hunched back,
even after all these years.

I’ve been thinking a lot
on Waldorf salads.
How can a salad
crush a soul
more efficiency than a soul in crush.

There is nothing more horrifying to me,
these days, than a perfectly
innocuous salad.