I wish there was another way to stand. One that really showed how you felt: you're floating and your toes just barely touch the ground, because you just experienced something so enthralling and exhaustingly beautiful and your heart is racing so you haven't the energy to stand up straight and make coherent sentences with friendly strangers who will soon leave your life for a long time, maybe forever. Floating just an inch (or a few centimeters) above the ground would make more sense in this case.

a cinderella story, as in, i might turn into a pumpkin

you and i, we were like spring break.
hawk moths to an evening primrose,
we are alien metaphors and nothing more.

"there's a bed where my body should be."

shorthand advice

hack into yr mindframe
do what you rly wanna

me mamo tim heidecker

absolute power corrupts, abso-
lutely. i understand this
when i balance three eggs in my hand
still warm, freshly plucked from under the hen
and i contemplate how easy it would be
to smash them right there on the driveway.
or, when i drone along the freeway
and my mind drifts to a quick jolt of the wheel
ending with a smoldering wreckage.
i suppose i prefer exacting my power
over dragon's tongue bush beans
and aunt ruby's german green heirloom tomatoes.

kandy kane

tooty frooty booty
lollipop gumball beat drop

good job kid, you're used to the sting

nettle noodle nozzles
metal poodle models
settled feudal falafels

let them dream of cake

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alyssum
aster
digitalis
linum
phlox
zinnia

wait, that's not a poem
that's just a list of beautiful flowers
oh, so it is a poem, nevermind

les pommes de terre

!viva México!

emerson is eating jelly rolls in his grave

"simplify, simplify, simplify,"
said the shirt
of the father
freaking
out
over the wrong frosting on some stupid cake.
"i like your shirt,"
i said.
and he looked like he puked a little in his mouth.

duck and cover

life, forks and knives

les pommes d'amour

making new friends is nice,
like learning that in france they call a candy apple
"le pomme d'amour."