Everyone would be there; / so, I decided to skip that year,
By now you have seen / nothing grows as it should
Try projecting strength. / Don’t be hostile.
These days, I hibernate / like propane caged, highly flammable
In the same pjs for the past two months, / bedroom door closed,
There may have been even slaughter in our own neighborhood
Since I own no cell / phone I need something / to keep up to date
One of the horses has a wounded leg. / It doesn’t seem to mind, though the skin shines
and i can still remember // how you waited // until i finished // each // poem
Things are so much more random now, / what with all the issues everyone has
