How subliminally selfish.
You concluded your purpose
with such dainty handling,
it was clear I had to be the one to put it in writing
Fucked would be my word
Enjoy your university, sir.
I’m high anyway
Language is the finest vo-cab-er-net
#IThoughtWeMet
The Irish goodbye
A frequent maneuver of mine
Communication without any
I appeared
Vanished
Consider the move intentional writing
on an invisible page
Like suicide,
it has nothing to do with you
Look.
I think you know
I may remove my product from your shelves
Because I don’t care about getting a profit
And the cash I’ve made off you so far feels counterfeit
I’ll just be constructing a barrier that’s the length of my arm
You go out where my fingertips would land
It’s not your fault
except for the bucket of tears you brought over
and, of course, the imitation marks
Anyway, when I recuse myself from others
life reminds me
that I live a valuable currency
This has to end not because you’ve done anything wrong
But because I’ve already left
Found amid dry lowlands
along the Pacific seaboard
where no one ever doused the sand in sunflower seeds
during mornings bereft of peanuts
when it rained water and not snacks delivered by an Instacart driver
this natural bird persisted
despite an absence of lazy 11am cooing
couched in obscenities directed at the family
the California scrub jay did not go extinct
it perched on
the Norwegian brown rat, however,
also known as the roof rat for its keen ability to climb
burrowed beneath the sidewalks and emigrated to a nearby neighborhood as soon as
pellets of store-packaged handouts disappeared
in an apocalyptic event that the scrub jays could only describe as
some other day
when that lady wasn’t there
this
has a taste
like the color of an echo
rafting at a waterfall
illuminated,
the texture would be
like the scent of snow
inside a hologram.
if you could puff
a milkshake
of butterflies,
you’d know it
Just like lawn mowers machete over innocent grassland,
the trains in Mr. Mallory’s city grated along their metallic tracks,
tearing through all atoms of stillness to set a pace for the day
Standing on the platform
Mr. Mallory rested his arm across the length of his flappy leather satchel
and analyzed the concrete
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