Three Poems
Wheeler Light
I can’t get out of the car
and the car can’t move.
We are both in a tree
and we can’t get out.
I can’t get out of the car
and the car can’t move.
We are both in a tree
and we can’t get out.
I can’t forgive the way you break the rules,
the steeled curve of your grin.
You don’t even like this, do you?
Giving someone a Void Egg on their birthday will never
make your spouse jealous. Void Eggs can now be used
to make Void Mayonnaise.
Here’s my truth: the internet fucks me up / It lets me know everything I’ve missed and always wanted / Like a post-disorder / It gives me conclusions I don’t need
Wait’ll they get a taste
of sparrow kick smackdown—
bugger off, budgerigars!
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