excercise/jokes y stuff (birthday present placeholder pt. 7)

i’m allergic to exercise; i start breaking out ‘n sweating ‘n gettin’ hot flashes-

the way u moved towards our future love/romance was so not okay; u
acted as if u were molasses traveling down the side of an evergreen

n mid-february...

whereas i was and still am- though admittedly to a much lesser degree-

cracked, methed, sped up

over our/this love

love,

let us

start over

let us

begin again

we can even pretend
that we just met

we can even reconfigure
our figures, reinvent our
minds, redesign our
destinies

rebuild each and every flaw 2 our personalties,
erase then replace our ill-fated fates


with lucky, happy, y free
realities

see, we love one another-
see-mira, mira- look

we can certainly, most definitely re-write this book,
we can absolutely tear out every unwanted or
unnecessary page until we create

a story we would long, we would want
to read

and we can flip our book’s leaves simultaneously
until we

end up on the same page

atop this same sane stage
we can feel our sanities

beginning to slip
into an oblivion
of innocence

lost, sin got, ‘n beauty forgot-
en

so let’s confess our sins, write out our crimes
on this asphalt, upon the pavement

in blood

let’s etch our dreams in vegan ice cream
then leave the quart-size cartoon
out in the sun

let’s use what is left of our blood
to compose a sonnet, no- a
symphony atop this city
street

then come nighttime
we can

highlight our good and
honourable intentions

let’s copy then
paste it

to our foreheads; tattoo this on our ribs,

chop it all up into little tiny whiny pieces
then eat it, then regurgitate everything

mix it in this here blender

strain it in that there strainer

then drink it down after mixing
a cocktail using ‘it’ as the
main ingredient

we promise that you’ll ‘feel it’ we recommend
drinking/eating this connoisseurs concoction
at least three times a day-

once each moment before brushing teeth

and it certainly wouldn’t hurt if you awoke
from a deep sleep, fumbled for the keys,
then stumbled into the kitchen

jest to open the fridge then drink
the remnants of ‘it’