i wish i could be like all the others

canadalandi wish i could just hold it all in and be cool

have a liscense plate that said


i wish i could write existential think pieces

or well reasoned treatises.

my treatises are so fucked up and twisted and gnarled and bitter and foulmouthed and rotten

i love this city and im always trying to run from it

when i read a book i’ll stop before its over

because i want some left over surprise of goodness

saving it for rainy day

but if ever there was a rainy day

i wish i liked todays sounds

and coffee

group activities

and wellness

herbal teas and balance.

drove these two kids from their homecoming dance at a hotel to a dennys on crenshaw, two black kids, adorable and smart. they asked me my age and gasped when i told them.

they asked but how

and i said, fast food and white girls

and sipped from the straw of my extra large coke.