Everyone prints Frida Kahlo’s face. 
I heard the buzzer and the scoreboard before
I threw up at the Rockets game.
Race is not a biological concept,
And the sky changes like our attention.


The basketball smashed my muscle not my bone,
Who knew glasses sometimes don’t let you see.
He said he only eats hot dogs in emergencies but 
I want nothing to do with shiny poison.


My cats should be able to clean their own litter,
Or maybe they should learn to use the toilet. 
People invented a kitchen gadget that slices strawberries,
But maybe we should learn to spend our money wisely. 


Burps are not for poetry. 
We like to claim that our attention is constant.
How did my Converse get so dirty?
I need soap and a shovel to clean them. 


My brother stopped watching soccer,
But he knows a goal is an oasis. 
I can’t stop my favorite players from leaving the team,
But my hand can change the channel. 
Pineapples, Doritos, windows


When did Jim Carrey grow a beard?
The sky burns sunflowers pulled by mountains
Don’t take a picture of the sun.


Originally 2018, edited 2019
A bit of a random poem, depending on what you pick out.
I'm planning on turning certain lines into their own poem.