Most things bore me
only the clouds regale me.
I stay awake most nights,
and ask the questions most people ask,
when they stay awake most nights.
How do we survive?
How do we stay awake and snore?
A coma in our throats.
How do artists endure a marriage in Los Angeles?
Is there a survival guide?
What is love?
What is you?
There are certain foods, I cannot eat anymore.
I have upgraded, from the moth, to the flame.
I owe people their karma.
be it only,
No more being defined by identities, nobody knows me like my bowels know me.
You see brown skin,
a white canvas.
Don’t fill the void, it’s inescapable.