poker

fidgetin'

good, okay, and alright

three sides of an ever-rotating obtuse triangle

“This is not your apocalypse! we all did this so don’t get it twisted”

that’s what he yelled

like one of those fuckers obsessed with poker

we all know one of them

or some of them

i am not the monster i occasionally foster

her name is Martha

i think

i think a lot

articulation is another part of gravity that is best left to the trees

i believe