it's 8:30 feels like 7:30 feels like i should be sleeping feels like i should always be sleeping feels like i'm perma tired perma tired for all the right reasons ahhh...

it's 8:30 feels like 6:30 feels like 5:30 sunday morning the arch of my back tucked quietly in the fold of your hips ahhh...

it's 8:30 feels like 7:30 gettin' coffee down the hatch open my throat like a little bird tweet tweet the curve of your throat i noticed it over dinner and it caused distraction to the task at hand... tofu ahhh...

it's 8:30 feels like 8:30 feels like 8:30 tomorrow night/tomorrow/tomorrow holds a question mark tomorrow holds a question mark trying to reconnect with the question mark is like reconnecting with a death defying creature something other than or not quite of this world the question mark

it's 8:30 again a differant day a differant day feels like 8:30 feels like 8:30 tonight when we've moved into exclamation point exclamation point move me into exclamation point

ahhh.

free float/this is the longest yard/won't be home til' 10/what do i look like? a super hero???/nah/um/

the sherry blossoms are out/don't think i have nothin' profound/could smell them when the air warms down/they smell sweet like sherry/cherry/merry me?



oops.


apparently i'm carol dodge now/not hodge/they spelled my name wrong/on her thong/my mouth rose in song/this poem is so wrong