MY SUMMER GOAL WAS TO DRINK MORE SLURPEES

AND I FAILED

 

^

 

the sky was part

blue here today

it felt like a first

i took a photo to show you

it had that Eileen Myles

Instagram feel

but i’m no Eileen

i didn’t send it

my body short circuits

its memory refreshes

weekly forgets

how to be happy or loved

what never feels new

again is a dick

there’s only one

first-time feeling per dick

it’s the saddest thing

 

^

 

the sky was only part

blue but so what

i couldn’t remember

the last time

my face was dry

all day in this city

were you still here

i walked quickly

not trying to get

out of anything

at a light i waited

and felt wet

between my legs

i hadn’t thought

of you for blocks

was i wet for the day

i think so

 

^

 

i really like writing

poems to you

by that i mean

i’ve written two

including this one

Adèle says the epistolary

is a space

where we project

ourselves onto others

so i guess i like

projecting onto you

maybe it’s the closest

i’ll get to coming

on someone’s face

like a dude

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I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT THE FUTURE SINCE MY ONLY

LIMITS ARE IMAGINED

 

THERE IS ARTIFICIAL GRASS HERE

BUT THAT’S NOT WHAT I’VE BEEN SMOKING

LIKE ALL GREAT MILLENNIAL VISIONARIES

I AM CAVING UNDER THE WEIGHT OF MY AMBITIONS

MY GRANDMA SAYS LIFE IS A GIMMICK

I GOOGLE VIRGIN-WHORE DICHOTOMY PLUS ‘INTELLECTUAL’

HOW TO DEFINE EVIL WITHOUT CAPITALISM

WHAT EVEN IS NORMAL

HOW VALUABLE OPTOMETRISTS WILL BE

DURING THE APOCALYPSE I AM NOT READY FOR

THE UNENDING APPLAUSE AT THAT ONE POINT

IN TRUMP’S ADDRESS TO CONGRESS

WAS GRUESOME

WHEN WILL I SEE YOU AGAIN