Damn Near Might Still Be Is What It Is

dumb lit havent eaten no food. theres a dead mouse squished on the linoleum. sitting outside motionless, tryna actually feel the physical feeling of safety. i hear the distant brook on its marathon over the dad jams. Lily the dogs lookin longingly thoo the screen door. i try to feel the physical feeling of insignificance but everything somehow grounds me and every person around me and my comfortability in these woods says everythings significant somehow. its nice yall feel me. the dangerous thing about all things is creeping complacency. i’m too lit to be writing. i’m standing in Jeezys big ass army-green jacket actively listening and coolin and not acting weird about it. a bug flies into my eye. up for almost a full 24 at this point. (Noemi Press, April 15)