it's almost over & the sun hasn't even
worn roller skates. i am calling the manager
to discuss dissapointment. sometimes i buy
enough food to last me until the heat death
of the universe. sit holding a spoon like
a shot gun. why is everything always going away?
i feel like i spend most of the day chasing
a smell or touch to need. your hair. a basket
of overripe plums. why wasn't i promised more?
why didn't a god kneel down & say, "will have
everything you need." it would have been a lie.
i think i want to be lied to. tell me nothing vanishes.