haiku
my love is like the
budget for an indie film
it isn’t enough
push-ups
i have this thing where whenever i think about doing push-ups i feel like i need to do push-ups immediately and i don’t feel better until i do push-ups
scrolling through facebook
feels like people walking into my apartment, one at a time, telling me to read stuff, what they did on halloween, why feminism is good, why feminism is bad, what’s wrong with america, what’s good with themselves, or just standing there so i can see their new haircut or whatever
untitled
there is just, like, so much…
so many …
things…
can you believe
the moon exists?