this is the poem I woke up to...
BASKETBALL!!!
when I started this poem,
it had something to say,
now it is just angry.
is the ending overplayed?
I sway and soon begins another,
she loves me despite my new teeth,
and I hope to make her make me weak.
Tuesday
Airplane blues, airplane ride,
alone at night for the first time in a long time,
what should we do, darling self?
"Birds" by Emilíana Torrini
my tongue is burned,
my brain is bashed,
I need to trim my beard before it's too late.