VOID AS A VERB

Bassically - Tei Shi

i c u betaz

crouchin down like
freckles
girl

reckless measured bur
roughs


ten thir
ty

droppin

like join us
gotta lotta fun
cookin--

bushwick online

hehe

meteors

meteors

ladybugs crawling swarming on the ceilings

german shepherds

a torn pancreas

the herbs from her garden

severed arm and foot,

flowers blooming in November, funneling a hose out the window to water them

wind

remodeling the bathroom

poetry as a source of comfort

human death as animal death

choreography of the wrist of the mouth of the face

humming bird

ashes

Telomeres: TTAGGG

Seven meteors fell across my face in the last five days I saw you.

You were not your curled chemo body, you were radiating your self deeper into us

& changing our DNA, the unexpected reaction you have after cortisol dread,

Our telomeres shortened as we waited, malnourished, feeling of separation, of chromosomes fraying, getting sticky.

Exiting, you sublimated unready, collected

in thick the thick fog that would have been outright cinematic

to anyone not in shock.  The mirrors in German Shepherd eyes,

our quiet words.  I am positive I told you how much I love fog. 

How you’d love us walking in it.

We’re not held together by anything but atomic force.  Mostly space, we are empty forces clinging to one another in preference to nothing else.

This is me watching Charles Bukowski on YouTube & doing something more traditional.
Here I am totally just reading a poem & letting the words speak for themselves.
This is in direct response to the phrase 'ill educated'

with typos.