first things first:
I am not a number.
okay, maybe I’m a number, but I’m the cool
with the stylish pointless slashes and circles drawn through it
by the artistic kid in class.
actually, fuck the second thing.
the second thing was dumb, anyways.
making lists is my way
of pretending there is order
in the aftermath of our mortar shell,
lists. numbers again.
one time I ate so much peanut butter
I saw doors and doors and doors of
concord brand grape jelly
and I endured
the phantasmal sojourn like a
no drug trip ever compared.
actually, five is pretty stupid
I’m pretty sure I was going
somewhere with this list,
but I can’t remember anymore.
I’ll be back in a bit,
once my virulent case of