Crawling over upturned daggers

the blades cutting into my hands

my fingers being lost.

A camera set up in the retirement home

allows you to watch them as they grew quiet

and die

Fifty thousand men shooting animals

in the forest

bullets tearing the leaves, flesh

what ever they can hit

the woman who never gains knowledge

and lives in a dark world

settling for the first man

who promises to support her child.

A cabin in the woods

one cold night

catches fire

because a coat left in front of the fire

catches a spark

everyone looks up thinking the world will end

because an asteroid hits us

but the world ends for another

obvious reason.

I can’t stop eating junk food

I think the weather is getting warmer

I think that I’ll never read all the books I want to read

before I die.