To be someone other.
To be able to speak pyramids
That might save my life
Why are pyramids so difficult
I am a late old ford truck.
I must apologize for my eightness
Pain that has been casketed away.
Sugar and healthy
Nuts. I slunk in my shell in the game of
I am the pink plastic racing car.
I passed the appropriate kidney stones
I am here now.
I am a desert
I do not tell only lies
I tell libraries of worms
That I manufacture and prepare
While insisting of my grasses
That only golden clams of
Lightened fruit falls from their
Lips. Lips. Lips. I told a lie today.
I told a lie today because I am a late
Bloomer and the truth eludes me
I am still a child and I cannot
Find the words. I am afraid.