blue jeans poem
life seems to me
an extremely random and temporary situation
that is there to do whatever with
i am excited to change into my blue jeans
and drink malt liquor at the park with you
cheese poem
i have stood idly in front of open fridges
in very small apartments
very late at night
thinking terrible thoughts about tomorrows
while eating shredded cheese straight from the bag
acid poem
when i took acid at the canyon
i imagined myself jumping off the canyon
into the canyon
but i didn’t do that
hooray