People hate that i flip two cigarettes
Upside down in each pack
But I hate that people notice
When you gain three pounds,
But not when you buy a new hat.
I’ve been told that the way I sleep
With one leg draped over
The person lying next to me
But I think it’s annoying
When people tell me
I look pretty,
But only when I paint my face.
I’ve heard that old men
Like to touch the girls who work late at bars,
But I want to know
Why they never kiss the women they married
fourty-two years ago.
I’ve noticed that mothers teach their daughters
That it’s rude to refuse a hug
From an uncle they’ve met three times,
But forget to teach them
That they aren’t obliged to kiss
The boy who paid for dinner.
Often, life seems so foreign to me.
One of the first things I learned in grade school
is that I have five senses, but I feel nothing.
What a peculiar feeling that is to feel – ‘nothing.’
I lay in my bed and stare through the cracks of closed blinds
and a million new poems flow through my head making my mind dizzy like all of those times I got high. Sometimes I’ll do the things that make me feel alive
like clipping my toenails and folding the same pile of laundry that has been on my bed for a week.
I used to dream of falling in love with a person whose favorite food is breakfast and likes to wrestle in bed.
Last night I dreamed that I was being chased by a snake.
People who feel nothing don’t fall in love.