short poems

You don't refuse to breathe do you


I find you on the center aisle of the corner Target
Holding the digital-watch that will make you happy forever



It's good to have a friend to help you past the monsters on the way


There's a reason why I called you
But I don't remember what it is



I'm a child again when I was really miserable


Burn the beds tomorrow
In the hugest pile
The carpets will hold us
Carefully in their tufts



I was in a loaf of bread shaped like a camera


There are many ways to warm the kitchen
When you pile the bodies in there