words make boxes
fit things inside
like: how are you
like: i am fine
good small bite size
put on lid
shut up tight and
file under
things i like
things i don’t like

soul not happy
soul need wings
say: if you don’t got nothing made of this:
(snorts, stamps hoof, earth yields: hungry for connection)
you don’t got nothing
soul still not happy
gonna come by your place nighttime
ransack your garage
burn down your neat stack boxes
while you sound there sleeping in your little box bed filing dreams away alphabetical:
ok or not ok.
now soul happy
she’s laughing