A growing body of media
consumption is not a zero sum
property, windowless office, cellar door
but desire for a thing and the thing's
construction in language. Cut a slice
of pizza from the middle of a pizza:
Cover me, the singularity, crush porn
How good would it feel
to shit in this sand trap. Slow down
nice things. Don't confuse the network
with democracy. I mean I still want
monogamy, port industry
in its entirety, molly,
just for you.
Googling exes with inhuman
speed makes me sorry
I was never in a band.
Life imitates art
which is the origin myth
of flatulence. Silent
but deadly. Why
are you staring. Do I deserve
clearer and more generous light.
We liked the same music we liked
the same bands we liked the same
clothes. Kanye wants me to think
futuristically but I can only manage
what keeps me
in the present, constantly shocked
to learn friends have savings
accounts. I know you're tired of being
wealthy, so bb gurl put it on me.