1.01.2009 12.28.2008
By Miles Ross
1.01.2009
i'm wearing an XXL t-shirt, flannel pajama pants,
and three pairs of socks.
this is because i ascribe to mountain therapy.
'little bitch, little bitch' in my head,
again and again because of how i reacted when i noticed the rat
near my foot.
before that two young girls were kissing on the subway
one of them had a banjo, the other wore her hood up.
'i know the words to every tune you've ever played on your bloody banjo'
i know them because i'm...
i'm a big smiling mountain with a yellow face.
tomorrow i'm sleepy and sad. i'll be in a confused zone of detachment.
what i do doesn't lead to anything.
i'm big and smiling. seconds of time are marking my brain's deterioration.
my face is yellow and i'm big and smiling.
12.28.2008
after i finish eating fried potato and onion
with ramen noodles and chopped up tofu dog
i feel the warmth left in the plate with my fingers
as i bring the plate to the sink
and put it on the frying pan filled with soapy water
then run cold water on the whole thing
then cup some warm water onto my mouth with my hand
then rub my chin and lips with my hand
i want to share this meal with you
i want to share planetary movements with you too -
what i've seen of the sun moving below the horizon
and what i've seen of colorful bugs
it's all yours