ualism

a bright yellow wide countenance
is butter on the level of follow me home
its a huge spring morning inside
with bulblights and butter servings
hiss i couldn't sleep the birds didn't
get to? they had to keep singing so
that they wouldn't die? the oven is
at 350 because i baked a pie
i am baking a blackberry pie
i woke up thinking about people
& how long has it been since i've fallen in love
with several people on the phone it was not
perfect that made it perfect my stomach
churns i read a book about nausea
from lack of sleep but lack of blackberry pie
can give you a tummy ache too
my step mom has the ability to use
insomnia as a test kitchen & i am trying
to understand how smart she must feel
every day because she is in mensa
and she is a full professor and she
has a job at this huge library called
love and i love to get books by the
thirteen especially in the spring
when i can feel my brain uncracking
and smoothing out like there is nothing
jagged between these mashed up berries
there is only sugar and butter and bits of cotton
i loved reading what was on the snow
written with piss somebody's name or
was it popcorn butter? it is very unlike
me to be awake this early but some
things surely can change