spice not nice enough
for thrice the visits
seeking Thai on rice
works
sketch: arm your secondary fire
poem: novelistic feeling
novelistic feeling
from the flashing lights and noise
dragged across the rocks
of shriveled
goals and hopes and joys
sketch: the decanter
poem: call it a greeting
call it a greeting
projecting my feelings
onto a cat with
emotions unknown
sitting there bored
while I work hard
from home
sketch: I’ve done it too
