I blow my nose in the shower,
the boogers look like little green ghost squids
on the palm of my hands;
I let the water rinse them off.
It's weird and amazing
how much DNA we rinse
down the drains.
Mmhmmn, that it does
fellow soldier, fellow poetry spider,
she said via Instagram,
she was talking about bravery,
but I think she has the wrong idea of me.
Carolina, happy belated J.
don;'t be great with me,
just let that day day die
and look out the blinds.
The day that died,
we met in a laundry mat.