A bug flies up my nose
Just as I am taking a photo
Of the sunrise, ruining
The moment for me
If I had a list
Of lost lessons
Where love turns
To laughter after,
I wonder how long
It would be.
The pink blue yellow sky
Destroyed by a nostril fly,
Nothing compared to
Getting drunk and saying
Something so stupid in the mood.
On top of that
And picking my nose in public,
I never retrieved the insect
So it could be eating my brain.