Maybe tomorrow will be a hard day
Why did you do this
What is hard
Falling asleep across someone in glasses
with his phone pouring out of his asleep hand
your mouth as open as emu panic
Timeliness is so easy
such as figuring things out
route canaling a routine
coming up with a plan
a pile of boy’s clothes in candle times
There is a people kind of path
with lockets hanging from trees
on the thinner bouncy branch on which you think
there’s no way a squirrel would walk this way
It might hurt your back to walk there
In the spaces of the rock wall are bones
you thought were light
This puppy is guaranteed to disperse poems from both ends