a new york state of mind:
wee dalmatian, rockaway
soup on the subway
north atlantic, dum dum gum gum, park by domino
missed a ferry, sequence game
junk of mother, wrong A train
no teddy, where's teddy?
guess it's time to go
✈️
JFK, flown away
what else do I have to say?
patches of snow can
still be found in the shadows
if you care to look
less than one day has
passed and yet the four year peace
is a lifetime gone
many times I thought
to write this new year poem
but there is nothing
wearing puffy sleeves
and unwashed hair, just made small
talk with the CE-
oh, please just forget
my face and that we took the
same elevator
today is the day
let's learn about robots and
sing our hearts away
september is for
all the things I didn't quite
finish in august
alas, not even
the depths of hell can compare
to heat in texas
all the rules of poetry
do not define me
hark! a bird finds its own wings
a love letter to
the coward that ran from the
scene of the crime: bruh. <3
86 degrees
in february. I want
to commit a crime.
this february,
six month move-iversary.
live, laugh, loathe texas.
is this thing on? well,
it is a new year, but is
it still the same us?
i have been betrayed,
sent to the traffic section
without my consent.
this is something I
will never get over. I
was going to make
my way into the
bioinformatics group.
doing medical
software, but now it
will be much harder to do
so. This was my fear.
do you think that the
witches who raised us would have
seen the ring of fire
never let a girl
who is mentally unwell
have haircut scissors