Excuse me,
do I have any words in my teeth?
Last decade’s bathroom
combed a cowlick away from its
burgeoning bald spot.
Don’t read this too closely
you may sneeze.
A shower of sick
could compromise our immunity.
Even dust bunnies
blinded from the flash bulb’s end of spring
wonder
who the fuck are all of you people?
(non) sense,
pissed on toilet paper trails
unearthed by an internet sensation
with a fan base of fourteen.
Stale from lip plumping and
midnight toilet banter.
Can’t deny the sadness
of a one time clicking heart.
