today i wrote a poem
(thought you should know)
I Am
I am lumpy, sickly
I wonder where babies come from
I hear GAZOOOGAHH
I see Oprah
I want food indigestion
I am portly, a hater of gynecologists
I pretend to be a bath and just let the water run, bay-beh
I feel wet in the pants
I touch slimily
I worry that everyone is looking at my front bottom
I cry when watching Weekend at Bernie’s 2
I am ovulating, washing the dishes
I understand bears are the scariest things on earth
I say if the food’s only touched the ground for 4 seconds, it’s still good
I dream of stores that always have year-round discounts on rice cakes
I try not to do a shit in the shower
I hope the mailman gets here soon. Expecting a package.
I am disapoint, wondering where I left my scotch tape.
Posted on Wednesday March 2nd