things i like to talk about

dino-pets, rules, how
grades (and school in general)
are (is) shite, rum drinks,

tequila drinks, bills,
what's for dinner, dental work,
tricks i've taught my dog,

the harm principle,
bees, some kinds of math, and my
technophobia.

the jig is up.

you know that box of
50 banana popsicles
in the bulk freezer

aisle that makes you think
'who in the fuck buys this shit ?'
me. i buy that shit.

digits

it's other worldly.
skin so soft, it is not of
this Earth -- alien.

fingerprints so fine
they are velvet and alive
as they search my breast.

welcome, future.

talkin bout cruisin
sans seatbelt in a soft top
moon rover TONIGHT.

and she's smart to boot

have i ever told
you about my dog ? picture
a curly black deer

wearing a Guy Fawkes
mask, some jazzy leg warmers,
and an afro wig.

the plastic surgeon

and there was this time
when i leaked breast milk onto
a handsome doctor.

my sweaty hands, inept
with technology, texted
the only woman

who would understand.
"he probs liked it" she wrote back.
i think she was right.

no, i'm sorry.

and we fought about
fighting again. we used shit
logic and words like

"ALWAYS" and "NEVER"
and painted ourselves into
opposite corners

and crossed our arms
in a huff. we knew it was
farcical, and yet

we carried on for
well over an hour because
that's just how we do.