snailshells six am wet grass & seat
my feet on concrete my busted bare feet
bare meat on concrete
a cold for the heat

birds chirping too loud
always too loud for me
for me sadness lasts weeks
or months and then once
i can dream of nice things

me llamo ali see a
lord of the rings
me silly with sings
and sleepy like kings
after battle ridings

retire six fourteen
in stained cotton sheets
nothing can hide
from my menstrual leaks