When all else fails, flip my hair and pack on the make up

fill up the lines with lies

hook up the bra with magnetic propaganda

but Jim keeps whispering to me from the dead

he made me type his every poem

while getting 100

back when typing had a rhythm

back when poets were rare.

Too much crap and bullshit snow

in beginning of spring

yet all the thieves of my heart

are running in the forest

barely visible to humanity

whose heads are bent

with neck spasms.

I studied it alright and took a break

no one is the best and no one is my favorite

a few appointments missed

will not change my life.

I miss you like a writer misses reading

but when I get my fix of modern love

I have to go back to ancient gods

and drink nectar.

I apologize for my messy hair

getting in the way

of your day.

I’ll step back

take off my robe

and take pictures

you won’t want to see.

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