Oct 14, 2019 23:10
the cats are dreaming in my roomates
weedy curls of permaculture tamatillos
and my neighbor plays something that sounds s
like 2 chainz but probably isn't (I don't know my stuff)
while the other neighbor wails into the steelers game
and I still can't stop thinking about the man
selling roses on liberty ave,
the little flowers like wrinkled faces,
babies gone bad,
and the babies get their wail together
at the neighbors house, whip it up
like dust in a sandstorm like the snaking
of ants up a kitchen window
and I don't how I gote here
on the third floor of a make-pretend house,
wishing I remembered
what it was I wanted to turn into