We smile like children, like old men
and when something bothers us
we resort to panic attacks
or we rise above.
Do you rise?
I eat bread every day.
I pick my nose every morning.
I stare at strangers.
I imagine them naked.
I cry a lot.
I am a fool for you
if you ask
but there's a password.
I hate buses.
THey make me uncomfortable.
Slugs. And buses.
And voice mail.
Do you have an iphone?
If I had an iphone I would never have to think
about how much
I hate
riding in buses.
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