Beat your alarm and lay in bed until it rings
pace around the house. hiss at the paintings
of generic flowers you don’t know who picked out
listen to them remind you, you’re here
temporarily
Where to put the special instructions
that detail what must happen to me when I die?
The clouds all seemed to converge on Justice
Personified as a statue on the courthouse square.
I do not know what exactly
defines a ‘hobby’ – things
hardly ever spark any detectable sliver of joy
in me
my elders always
warned me
not to climb
trees at twilight
I envy cigarette smokers.
They take more fresh air breaks than anyone,