since I had surgery
in November 13th
which was also
my dead mom's bday.
Last night I really felt
that I need to get back
to dreaming;
reality is too much
sometimes most times.
Everyone's at AWP
in Los Angeles,
and I am stuck
in South Florida,
going through chemo.
Pernille is pretty
and poetic,
but in Paris;
parcels and people
are expensive to send.
Politics won't save us,
and billionaires certainly
won't save us,
it is up to us
to save us.
It's no secret
that I love being stupid,
and that I am fortunate
to now be allergic
to negativity.
Ignore death
by falling in love
with traffic
on the way to Target,
buy something meaningless.
It's fun to find
beauty and playfulness
in every little thing;
it's punk rock
to point it out.