which sit in the closet, on the table, piling up everywhere.
I am going to wear all these t-shirts
with a casual confidence that only time can clean.
I am going to pop this pimple in my ear
using a knife, but without using a mirror.
I am going to toss these ugly Hokas over a powerline
and tell my feet to go for a walk.
I am going to publish this novel
and then send to ever single soul I can think of.
I am going to live without fear
and throw my phone into the East River.
I am going to finish what I started
if it's the last thing I do.