Don’t waste my time in a fiddle with pixels, even a little. Wait for frenzy to fizzle. Don’t befriend me, I’m riddled. Too indecisive to be a simple middle.
Starting day with waiting, see way–
for cup hot. What if today invites
Alternative? Don’t want to say escape,
but… So still while standing, I fool self.
And no more donating work, my arts–
I’m a shop, a reflective vendor. Or that’s what I want 2B. when I
Grow up. Shake the oeno from
My file. While miles I speech storms
From scorn thorns. Intent, bent.