and here i am
sitting on the internet and reading
and watching
there is a bird stuck in my head it feels like it is swimming
and i am watching the bath
and i am wondering about the bird
and there is no longer a tree in a cage
and a room full of flashing lights
for i have closed the door
the little window
the light little window of light and dark
blinking
and now i am blinking
lying in my bed reading some things on the screen
because i don't know why
because it feels right and because
it feels wrong
and i am slouching i am slouched in bed
and i am actually lying down
i am writing a series of lines that start with and because i am listening to a song that is very repetitive. the kind of song my dad would not like.
and the kind of song i would play on the radio.
and i wrote a collection
and i read your replies
but i do not know how to take apart a motor
to rearrange the coils
to reverse
and i do not know how to plant a garden.