Under the night sky,
slight flickers of the grotesque
appear…disappear.

Animated rain
falls heavy on cartoon heads.
Draw an umbrella!

Thick plastic wrapping
shields furniture from grubby
kid finger yuck smudge.

This yoga retreat
happens to smell just like feet.
Oh well. Namaste.

Today, I paid men
a healthy sum of money
to smash glass for me.

Darkening darkness
sits thick outside the window.
Condensation clouds.

There is just no way
I can eat all this ice cream.
Well…turns out I can.

Despite stockpiling
untold hours of surplus sleep,
dark circles persist.

Our newest neighbors
believe hammers will help them
dismantle the past.

Would you like to stop?
Handlebars are for steering.
Brake with your ankles.