is it a coincidence that the color of the heart and money are the same? (green) do i, for an instance, believe any of this is real? (of course not) but i don’t really care you see i’d rather lie in the cold waves of poetry drag the tip across the surface tension sea scum (see i’m writing again, isn’t it cringe?) slap myself across the face with reality concrete floor, cold water flat, nothing but rice and oatmeal, prayer, and the light of thought shake my hands 6 times tin dented by the thwack of the bread knife’s handle loosen the cake, mop around the scented bubbles lie on the floor prostrating in repentance stare intently into the darkened room, trying to separate the hum of the dryer from the fridge i see the pearlescent orb, i cry for its fruit, surrounded by emerald serpents with their pomegranate eyes thirst for the water of the overflowing vase but tasting only the salt of my tears i hope someone is watching