there are a bunch roofers 
stapling shingles on top of the house two over.

I can see and and hear them clearly.

I get a wildly intrusive

rebellious thought 

what if i 

put on my 

red one piece bathing suit,

(it makes my breasts look magnificent, 

along with everything else)

and lay out my body beneath the sun and God and the roofers.

do you think one of them would 

f 

 a

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staple guns ricochet

e v e r y w h e r e, 

shingles, metal nails and

hard working men

go flying 

can you imagine

instead 

I lounge on my chair

like a lizard 

covered fully in 

brown pants and a 

white shirt with an old 

butter chicken stain on it.

the roofers pay me 

no mind.

i deleted Instagram yesterday.

how am I supposed to let 

Montana know

that I bought the green pepper

jalapeño jam 

she recommended?

here i sit, with rice crackers, green jam and cream cheese

on a blue paper plate

and no one to share it with.

 i will go and

tend  to my garden of 

creativity

you fill the door way and 

unknowingly 

block my way.

i can not move past you. 

normie

she pulled up to the counter in her 

wheel chair, 

fumbling with her black wallet with the 

golden clasp..

The old man waited behind the counter, 

his eyes full of

patience and compassion. 

She waved a crispy 

one hundred dollar bill

asking sheepishly 

was there any way 

he could break a hundred?

To which he replied 

with ready wit, 

"Yeah i can break it. 

You want me to rip it in half?"

She laughed. 

for a small minute, 

he made her feel 

more human, 

the easy banter between them

bolstered her. 

she straightened in 

her chair.