Rubbing his back.

She said my breath smelled like ice cream.

We went to Golden Gate Park’s Botanical Garden and ate them.

And stretched on the lawn

Awaiting their arrival and then they came.

All the while we had excellent timing.

When she stretched her lower back on the grass I took

Photos in which her nose looks unlike it does actually.

I braided her whole entire head on the bench

And she let me

Saying

She felt as if she looked like

Felicia

From Friday.

They affected my hands such that I could arrive at the heat

Her hands emitted to a sensor in my own cold palm that was

Larger than touch.

She shook at me when I tried to

Help with the hoodie and I cried

Inside and late.

I cried in the night and morn

Because I was

Confused.

I met David Brazil. I bought The Ordinary.

Advanced Adulthood

I take a walk.

I order 3 tacos.

I order 2 tacos.

I take a walk.

What’s the big fucking deal about

******* anyway.

It’s empty there.

I didn’t see anything there.

Where is it?

Today I could aspire but I want to nap

And look for the pot I lost in the desk I found on the street.

Some people are interested in exploring the ways

Something is negotiated

In light of something else.

God bless them.

I have to fucking live.

My north node placement

Suggests I shouldn’t concern myself

With the thoughts or values

Of other people –

Which I understand to mean I mustn’t antagonize “people” in my poems

Feeling triumphant in

Disputes I begin and leave the crust of but

Eat the cheese.

I had a vision now.

It wasn’t a vision.

A man in a striped shirt stood in a line.

His hair looked like yours

So I thought of you.

Fuck I prolly should’ve messaged you back

After I asked for and you sent me that photo

Of your baby.

Your yes, yes.

Your no, nah.

Truth

Over evil.

I gotta go.

I gotta dream.

So that the Lord will

Find my finger.

Adornment is exaltation enacted.

I am an earring of the Lord.

It’s Saturday. I meet you, get soft.

I have to trust people

Or else I’m too busy.

I feel nothing but foolish

And also okay

Because what will happen is I will

Continue to live.

And then one day I’ll die.

I spread butter on the darkest rye

As if it’s cheese.

A turd of butter

Attaches to the pen with which I write

This. I wonder if it’s sanitary

To leave the ketchup outside all the time.

At night, even.

And also the hot sauce.

My duty is to tend

To the children I house

But I have hate in me.

I wake up.

It is a jealous dream.

The left side of my pussy

Hurts even.

He thinks I should be glad because they

Like the idea of Aisha. I am not the idea of Aisha.