i guess i just like to sound
a little melodramatic
as while nibbling a carrot,
i wonder how best to describe
your lips that i will never be able
to kiss. it is friday night, after all,
and i have not even decided yet
whether to watch a single man again
or read homo faber, which i know
almost by heart. so let us embrace
sir huxley’s notion of experience
and try to make a little more of it
than just toilsomely figuring out
how to breath in and out
on demand.
hidden pilcrow 