—I DON’T WANNA BE THE BLACKEST OF THE SHEEP

 

 

Fortune

 

It’s been a

choppy fall

off this trike

& I’m flush

out of wonder

Sue me

Fuck me

Do I care?

That cloud

over there

has a rifle

pointed at my

temple and

you keep calling

me paranoid

again and again

I just need

some more

mac and cheese

without the cheese

swim a last lap

do a face-plant

from a tall place

and finally find

my fortune