Don’t be so cute while I’m driving it’s unsafe

You said I looked like a pauper at the party

I parked the car I walked inside I took a shower I was surprised by the tenderness of my
own asshole

I’m tired of you making us late with last minute jewelry decisions

This week was so fun I hardly used the internet

All the people were peeing moments after 2012 began

I’m choosing to ignore you out of concern not meanness

Moss in the alleyway I find the cracks to get creative

All you need is a bag of white tees and a new deck you’re brand new for weeks

Give me a your hand and stop lionizing the neighbors

This is just the right amount of hard work and play

I built a cloud in the tropics I hope it’s there when I get back

Good people make really bad decisions

I want to sleep in until there’s only enough daylight to make me shimmer

Violent like the last day of Christmas break

When I was 16 I spat on my own mother and threw a rock through my bedroom window

I don’t think I’ll be a hundred percent in this life

Nowadays it’s hard to lose your music

I don’t think poetry is making me a better person

I remember my first visual metaphor

I stuck a feather in the sand and a seashell below it closer to the lapping bay

The seashell was God

The feather was me

The water was all the love in the whole wide world