my sock is precariously close to falling off
the top edge is on the middle of my heel
half-on, half-off is the worst place to be
the uncertainty of my situation is scary
to know whether I’m sockless or not is best
so rip it off or pull it up as soon as possible
I don’t think I can stand being like this

I’m tired.
And this poem is uninspired.

my shoes are 2 years old
been in London, Vegas
Chicago and L.A.
but they haven’t seen much
they just stare at the ground

I go 45 in a 45 zone.
I don’t take what other people own.
When I hear an unwelcome tone,
I leave well enough alone.

the rationale is irrational
the opinion is law
the lesson is punishment
we learn from our best

six hour road trip
picks for best chip
quick thought quips
chicks with lip
fix our ship
clique, we zip

she beats a dead horse
until it’s a bloody mess
or its heart starts again.
she replays a moment
until the tape wears out
or it changes to her liking.
she colors in a drawing
until its unrecognizable
or it gets put on the fridge.

on the front of my neck
there are 3 large birthmarks
and 8 small ones
on the back of my neck
I have 1 that sticks out
on my back, there’s another
they’ve always been there
and I like them
my daddy called them beauty marks
for a long time, he hasn’t said that
he suggested I get one removed
both my parents have
they’ve removed marks and spots
the doctor numbs the area
and then slices them off
it leaves a scar if they take a lot
which they sometimes do
I’m not ready to do that
maybe I won’t need to

Poem #2
g is for

go-getter
greed
glory
generosity
George
girl
golden
gay
goals
glutton
gone

I’ve been trying to grow a tree
First, I planted seeds
None of them sprouted
Then I bought a sapling
It’s just a stick in the ground
A few weeks ago, I took cuttings
There was hope for a minute
But nothing has rooted
Maybe I shouldn’t try this anymore