that grass doesn’t seem but

is freaky

these front doors all barfed out lawns

I’m not an athlete per se

but I’ve got buff calves

do people even say buff anymore

this is about the miracular vernacular

not some uninterpretable dream

I’m a crab that drowns in water

I’m not a –doodle

I struggle with sunshine

My skin is my oldest body part

My DNA prepared even for what cannot

be endured, imagined, prepared for

I’ll crabwalk of course

to find my relatives