Saturday, January 23


like a human vegetable
would you like me to sit and wait
would you like me to ripen

i think you are mistaken;
i am not waiting for anything

there are seagulls
and light cast on solitary figures
we are sitting, separate, thinking
i am the one drinking water and looking angry

who would know that i am in-fact content

who would know that there is nothing more to wait for