poem: sloppy, sprawlly,
please don’t call me
I don’t want to harm with violence
only go to bed tomorrow
black lives matter, folks
sketch: that morning song
sketch: happy new year 2020
sketch: sick bed
poem: when can I go to bed?
when can I go to bed?
that’s all I’m looking after, here
get it all together and crash out
performance of autonomy when really it’s
a schedule, a yoke I put around myself