The people on my phone
are having so much fun.
They were just in Miami;
They are going to Los Angeles;
And their asparagus is angled just so.
My God, the asses.
There is a place in my phone
called Bali;
I don’t know where it is.
Maybe some sit-ups,
and crowd-fund new teeth.
Better teeth.
The right kind of teeth.
And I’ll find Bali.
The kitchen smells like coffee
still
from this morning;
the light was supposed to go on.
I told the light to go on.
The light didn’t go on.
I taught it a lesson.
Against the sink
and the wall
and then the sink again.
They’re sharp on the inside,
coffee machines.
I didn’t notice until later
This sort of thing doesn’t happen in Miami,
or Los Angeles,
or Bali,
wherever that is.



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