I work so hard, but for what?
I don’t care to really know
anything anymore.
I’ve never seen a new mountain.
Fake cobras outnumber
the real ones.
The fakeness has overtaken us.
The sea, you see, is the key to
a good life.
It laps forth, like gears.
It laps forth, like crepe.
It laps. It laps, cellophanic.
*
Pasta is my favorite food.
It’s time to eat!
I make a face with the noodles.
It looks familiar.
The plate bites my fingers off.
I drop the plate and it breaks.
That’s enough pasta.
*
It’s like a sea of heat.
The kid shows up with shorts on.
Where’d you get those shorts,
The Gap?
Do you have any change?
(Kids always have big bills.)
This kid had exact change.
He’s a champ at math.
He sews his own clothes.
In this world so few sew.
So so few do.
