je ne _____ pas

if i could, i would change my last name so that it started with two "a"s [like aardvark], so that i would always be first for role call. then i'd go back in time [in a time machine] to first grade, and start basking in the glory, ultimately growing up with a higher self-esteem and greater sense-of-purpose. however, arriving in first grade and realizing that i had gone back to a time that existed before i had legally changed my name [in the future-present], i was faced with the realization that i existed only as my past-self, in the past-present, and existed only as my future-self, in the future-present, and that i had essentially reduced my worldly presence to two isolated time-space vortexes, effectively leaving no point of cognition for my purported frame-of-mind. i still exist somewhere, though unsure of my name or purpose and completely unaware of my own body. time travel can be weird.


poetry to my ears

freeman makes totally awesome crafts from popsicle sticks
and rapes with kindness the innately pessimistic.
freeman is slow to work and quick to the dinner table…

his penis is a tsunami in a fake can of peanut brittle,
and you can play his clavicle like a violin, this i assure you.
he doesn’t own, he rents,
but maintains proper renter’s insuarance (or does he?!)

the microwave radiates for him at the push of a button,
butter melts in it;
he takes the leftover waste before him,
and uses it to grease the pan he is certain to utilize

who will eat these muffins?
who will help me bake this bread?

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