my neck aches
it’s time moving slow
the seconds drop
like a leaky faucet
each one lingers
taunting me
but the stream is steady
before I know it,
aches punctuate
but I’m still excited
the water is just a puddle

this is a bad poem
It should never be spoken

We ate.
We laughed.
We plotted our rise to power.

connect to my domain
it’s better here
your desires come true faster
it is virtual
but it serves more completely
less glitches
connect to my domain

there’s a line in the sand
don’t cross it
don’t bring a leaf blower
don’t redraw it
respect its autonomy
I drew it for a reason

inappropriate mouth
inappropriate eyes
unwanted hellos
unwanted niceties
stop the music
stop the dance
I just don’t understand

the heat emanates from my cheeks
I feel a slight lightness in my head
this is the best kind of sleepy
the kind that happens early in the evening
completely random and without prompting
it’s natural and so pure
goodnight

I did nothing today,
It was nice.
I wish I could do it more often.

giant buildings pepper the skyline
on a single story, a townsworth of people
they go about their daily business
for being a thousand feet up,
their lives are simple
everyone knows each other and cares
they go to school together and die together
the windows and the newsfeed reveal all
the decisions of other towns and buildings
it is humanity squeezed together
some leave, some stay, but all know
the ramifications of their votes
physical proximity creates an urgent need
it is humanity squeezed together

maybe we can do this
maybe we can be here
maybe we can be free