[Some days one day every day I am over like the]
Some days one day every day I am over like the
plover or the roses but nothing seasonal
the rose gets to hide in a bud stroke noses spike others
some days I want to speak to
others confess how much I hate computers with their
gaudy square teeth that hurt people with their
fangs their words but only thank you please sincerely come
out of my mouth my lips with
its false color and old etchings how tiresome to spend
a lifetime buttoning things how I wishÂ
to unbutton the moon from the tar sky and stick my
tongue out at the neutral mute
I once had a book called Nobody’s Perfect but
some people are perfect so each night
I sew my daughter’s bear over and over her
lucky bear loved for its nubs and
flubs my blood has nowhere to go trapped in this
cavity circling and reassuring itself chasing
itself until one day it will rush out and
never look back 
[The boss rises up the boss keeps her job]
[Once the boss fired a twin the twin was torn in]
[Some days one day every day I am over like the]
[There are two ways maybe four there are]