S.A.D.

Birds chirp, trees fall, men dance, and I am sad. Russian Space Monkeys eat bananas that soar above our heads, and I am sad? Dogs fart on their cushioned thrones, and I wonder if I close the garage does the light inside turn off.

Cheese

Dog eats Cat, Cat eats Mouse, Mouse eats Cheese, so do we, we also eat cheese.

Birds and the bees, the bees knees, bees bring pollen, pollen brings sneeze, sneeze brings cold, cold brings freeze, freeze brings fridge, fridge holds cheese.

Geese make fleece, fleece cures sneeze, sneeze is gone, time for cheese.

Boobs

Boobs are an eternal enigma. Boobs are sexual. Boobs are Maternal. Boobs create jobs. Boobs feed children. Boobs are beautiful.

LME

I went outside today, “the sky is gray” I say to no one but myself. Strangers call my name, and I wave, ashamed. No one knows the real me, not even myself. Sometimes I have a dream that I meet myself, sitting on a park bench and feeding birds, and this “other” version of myself will have all the wisdom I lack and none of my regrets.

I wake up, and it is the break of day, shit. Darkness is fear, we go to sleep at night, so our inner child can hide. Breakfast: I have coffee and a bagel and it’s good, but I pretend it’s as good as the first bagel I ever ate. I have work today. I send an email to my boss that I have a migraine and that I might be out tomorrow too. I leave class and walk towards the park. The trees here shimmer as the light refracts through the semi-transparent leaves. I think about laying down in the grass and closing my eyes under a big oak tree. I look around and see no one facing my direction, so I do. As I look up I get deja-vu from when I was eight, imagining this future under a giant oak tree at sunset, early summer. I cry.