The Life and Times

Photo by Arjunsyah on Unsplash Imagine You’re having an argument with your boo and it's heated. It’s not break-up bad, but it's close. It’s the kind of fight where you look at them and you’re like, “Fuck being a human and being imperfect and fuck being a human and being understanding”. The person you love is annoying you right now, and you look at them, with love and annoyance, then you announce your departure to your friends’ for the night. Maybe you don’t go that far, maybe you angrily grab a pillow to go to a different room. Just for the night. Since it’s a fight of love and, you know, between people that have understanding for each other, that kind of understanding that understands the bullshit of human fallibility, they grab your hand or call your name, whichever suits your picture best, and say some lovely words, “but I need you?” Now if my calculations are correct, your response and feelings to and about that statement can vary extensively depending on… maybe your gende

I’m trying to write a poem about this zoom meeting class I am in I don’t know where to take it or how deep to go Could I go into the part of my boredom, that I would actually rather be pooping right now? Yes, I could express the sweet release edging at my bowels. I long to sit on that so-called throne, my legs elevated on my new poop stool And then… the release Or maybe we could go another route About how much of a time waste this is to me How I actually don’t give a shit, I really just want to shit. I like the first one, lets keep it light now Later on, I get to push out heavy freeing blocks of food *wink