After Failure
1990-11-21
17,000 connect dots In one 1991 calendar, I wonder If this is it, is this how it all ends, smothered?
Like living in post-post apocalypse
I can't read— some illiterate, I don't need to, I can taste.
I don't need television, I can figure it out for myself.
I've got toothpaste teeth and eyes, don't tell me my mama taught me how to laugh when I was five.