i writher in junk
my shoes come pre-broken
and my shirts newly old and yellow
i am a tube within a tube organism
who be really just livin’ off rice and beans
and a lil tony’s
if you know what i mean
why all this effort to curate?
when i can just sit and contemplate
rotting and writhering here
like a big ole chunky maggot
it’s been a while. here’s an exaggerated poem dedicated to my broken shoes and rice and beans
