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Poem

I’ve grown parts of me I shed
so many shitty people
look cool online 
and in my room
I think grotesquely
textured thoughts 
I am better than a house at almost everything 
I am worse than most houses 
light transposes crochet lace
to a dullish wall
the world has all this surface
still I can’t see my face

Tape Delay

I let go my lawn
the lines crossed overhead
they stitched me in my life for a while
I was on a first-name basis with the world
and you were on the phone
a downy splotch traveling
thru the nightly projection I thought 
I never wanted these beige rooms
my bluish bedside on a dimmer
I disembark this air
for different air

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