I am going to write the worst poem today

And you will close your eyes and read it

Deep words deep words deep words

Meaningful blah blah blah constellations

But then what is life in the scheme of things

And who ever thought that sonder, shush…

Afterall, who decides? Hunger for what

In who by who? Fill the room with smoke

So that I can stare at just one lamp, it’s light

And shadow, their secret dance;

I wanted to kiss him tonight, have his teeth

Dig my skin; finally find an inspiration for

My poetic constipation; I think I can do

Even with a fart- a three sentence poem

But here I am inducing vomit

Just to feel fine again.