laughing, sometimes

we laughed so hard we peed, and it's not
poetic but at least it's true. we
shouted at ladies to look at the moon
and hoped that they'd notice us
just so
for a moment, we could be victorious
i want to give that to you
in return for the stain on my pants
and the fire in my stomach
and the echoes in the midnight air.

selling things

ninth grade pulled me into vibrant green
and i stayed that way (smiling
and green) for longer than perhaps i should
people aren't good
or bad
and pollution happens for no reason
in all sorts of ways, like noise and light and
things i never thought were evil
or angry
or wrong.

and maybe angry isn't evil
because i'm sitting at a table
and i'm angry
and i'm going to do great things.

tea

some days, your nose would
look better broken.

my tendons won't cooperate or i'd
do it myself.