“the wind is what’s bad”
i overheard on my way
to work this morning 

dreams invade my wak-
ing life like super eights flick-
ering in my eyes 

i see a black owl
circling the moon above
now it watches me

my eyes feel heavy
surprised by this late hour
i should go to bed 

when did my life start
was it thinking or feeling
definitely not 

i’m not a racist
in fact i am the exact
opposite of one 

this hole in my mouth
needs to go away because
i am sick of it 

my bathroom smells like
mexican food and not in
a gross way either 

it’s a new year now
feels just like the old one tho
i’ll give it some time 

when was the last time
i saw you in the moonlight
too long ago now

somewhere she listens
and lies on open fault lines
the heat has changed her

the tongue that slithers
up and around your cupcake
mine is a hot mess