The unit of a day is beyond over.
It’s about layer after layer now
Every moment a tableau
to interpret, draped
over the little wiggles of whatever came out of the seed;
These are times.
My digestion has changed
Food has become a necessary bother.
I fell off my skateboard and bought a business
and a gray sweatshirt.
My joints hurt
My plan is coming together,
Man man lai.
How high will I climb?