Pain Exhibit
Your cornflakes are soggy
Welcome to America
Cute as Hell
I wanted to kick this day in the shins,
but it coughed up a blessing
that almost broke me.
I know god is real because persimmons exist.
I’m rife with tenderness
but if a poem does not corrode,
I don’t want it.
Defense Against the Dark Arts
The painting is called “Girl on a Swing”
The painting is three thick smears of red paint
The painting is called “Girl on a Swing”
Her Errant
I’m looking for a noose
I’m asking for a friend
Even angels are lazy now
They prefer escalators over stairs
Candor bores them
This is why they like me.
