“this is my elder brother,
he’s going to play piano in this”
poem and so i fell in love
on the spot, the spring rain
in the ground and the smell
of jasmine falling from the
trees, the peanut butter i
would lay out lie in yes
these are the objects of my
respite… just days ago
trudging through the snowfall
burning up in aspiration,
gods walking amongst humans
and so towards was better than
nothing, but i am simple,
i am nothing.