bones without bone marrow /

i’m practicing writing without the lines

because I’m sick of

good things

can only tolerate what is worse

and worst

if i can

Package all the feeling into 10-15

minutes /

I will but most days I don’t

apologizing for my misery: here goes:

I’m sorry for my misery.

Leaps and bounds in the tech-

nological field of selfishism.

What if i could eat the moon? that’s

so romantic isn’t it? Eat the moon

whole so no one else

could have it. To be honest

i am running out of

artful ways to say it or at least

i am sick of my own voice.

Most days I am nothing