yes

the woman of my dreams

picking her nose

in front of me

tells me that romeo and juliet

didn’t have shit on us

for i have seen her

unseen

which included her shitting

after a night where

we came back together

in bed to dream

the same thoughts

that will greet us in morning

*

the world is nonsense

for on your birthday

your mother died

you learned that crying burns

and that the people who

told you later that things

will be okay have often

turned out not okay

and barely things to you

that balloons are wasted breath

that breath are wasted balloons

and that sense leads to nonsense

if you just say

no

this is not enough

there could be more

or at least

less crying