Parents
are both in rehab.
I don’t know for how long.
Pencils
from Office Depot?
One really can’t go wrong.
Pens
do not work so well
writing toward the ceiling.
Pain
here, there, everywhere,
is mostly how I’m feeling.
Perfumes
died in Key West.
I sweat them from my pores.
Puzzles
easily fall apart
bought at Goodwill stores.
Political
same old same old:
Fuck him! Fuck them! Fuck that!
Poached
eggs in cupcake liners -
Silicone, no mess, no fat!
Poetry
hidden in a
phone
call
of random, scattered thought.
An accidental alliteration,
unlike what I’d been taught.