the sky is still blue.
there is litter in the parking lot.
it's hot out.
I want to write a science fiction novel.
but I probably won't.
ever.
my shirt is green.
Harlem still has me.
even when I run.
my phone is empty.
emergency me.
while
a single smile can change the world.
hairnets.
Lethal Weapon is on.
use this poem
only as directed.
laugh at my apartment funeral.
forgive.
laugh again.
life goes up and life goes down.
the terrible things
that litter the way
are often
the most important things,
because they teach hope.