my voice
in your throat
you speak my words

and you hear me in your thoughts

stable on the table
up on top
pop pop stop

hands
mine pressed on yours

no namesnonenononnonononononononononoononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononono
names
no names
no identities
just floating souls

no sadness
no anger
no he, she, i, you, or me

don't tell me how to be

you don't know who i am
why should i listen to you?

you don't understand

i use lower-case letters because i want to be seen as smaller than upper-case letters. i shouldn't even have a title. then maybe i could be seen as smaller. read me, please. i need to be seen and read and known...but it has to be on my terms so i can stay within my comfort zone.

i am more important than you realize. you will understand this after i am gone.

gone
away
running far
rue the day

bye you idiot

Muffins and Stuff

The silliness of muffins. It occurs to me now. We have cake. Bread. Isn't that enough? Why do we need muffins. Muffins are popular sometimes. Then cupcakes are popular. Then it's bagels that people make a big deal over.