I have a soft roll on my desk
which two or three times
I’ve squeezed very gently
when no one is looking
sprinkle of salt
the price of gold is falling
I can’t see behind me out the window
but the reflection
on the floor suggests
intermittent sun
I will sit on the museum steps
and read
last week
a pigeon actually flew into my chest
an avocado on my desk
is playing dead and prehistoric
another politician
has behaved terribly
I will take an online personality test
and do better
turns out the sky is falling down
in fat pieces
I will be caught in a vicious cycle
of removing strawberry pips from my teeth
with strawberries
moving through the rain reading the texts from a person
who is the person I fell in love with
I will be electric in the world

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s