if anyone,
anyone at all,
asks,
tell them
I am in
Long Island.
I'll explain
everything
in the future,
near.
I dropped
my keys
in the hallway,
I dropped
a tallboy
on my foot.
Google created the Earth
tonight with toothpicks,
just ask the internet,
and I get the feeling
that I have been following
someone and then I realize
I am wearing corduroys.
I got nothing that
I want to say,
so we celebrate the worst
without you.