The Cooing and the Ruing of the Birds
Brrrrrrrrrrrr, but not cold
a sound, and not a true bird
a woman, a day old fork, and the remainders of a candle
this is how the home cubicle presides over you
anytime you sit and write, suddenly the whole fridge spilled its guts
and now you’re driving to the store and wondering why everyone looks so happy
in their cars, in their sandals on their electric scooters
the thought occurs that your level of anger has actually surpassed the social equillibrium
of commuter drivers and the one time it pours on the 110 freeway.
Easy to mad about the necessities
I remember talking to Dominick and seeing how big his arms had gotten
why use silly subscription trackers when their are reminders of your unused benefits all around
I canceled that gym membership, as a statement obviously
…brrrrrrrrrrr…?
