MOON OVER DIXIE


you're guessing at memories
you have to pee so bad
there are millions of other things
you could be doing right now

i wrote a poem titled VROOM
but i hid it because it was silly
but it was also very sad almost
not that anyone could tell

i think it's too bad that people die
but i guess it makes sense

i think i am unhealthy
because i have always been
falling apart

you know how there is a sidewalk
made of concrete
but you still
smash your face

it's like that
except every second
and also the time
when it actually happened

i am putting pressure on my own bladder
i am testing my limits

you guess a lot
or think about how you miss your dog
you complain about some poem you wrote
or that's me

in the corner
with a flashlight
drawing pen pictures
of a puppy dog

rip
or i keep tearing up
paper face
it's damp here it's soggy

i never learned to swim
so i know one day i can drown
if i want to
or something