ugly

i am rarely
and i am husky

or i have too many pockets
my hands in all of them at once

i hate when you are screaming
things

i hate when i say i am hating
things

i thing the sky things thinking
what were they thinking

when they made me
or they they'd me

like a sack of lost wash socks
stuck in the back of the wash

scrubbing the bubbles off my eye balls
so they shine like baubles

i want to drape
around your neck

i want to
be a universe

with stars and dust and stars and dust

and nothingness

everywhere

else