even if i had to write it five hundred times on a chalkboard it still wouldn’t be enough a midas touch in reverse is hard to get unstuck

sometimes like natalie slumped in her bed the only reason to get up is to show you’re not ready for the blue juice yet

the sun overhead like a lightbulb over a big stupid idea laughs like an overheated man in the moon

the joke is on me the joke is on me

i know what is right but i’m not sure what is left

bhagiti 7.25.07 perrysburg, oh