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
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
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
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.