in fact the opposite I said having lost
count my inner world of worlds
in the magazine they say roll a tennis ball on the floor
under your foot let it break up whatever inner mesh
boring you say like having to listen to someone else’s dream
braggy too what kind of asshole sings what they stole well all of them
my kind whose job it is to provide the family experience
to the boy calling our soap cheese soap to the nocturnal toddler
the girl writing her own story girl with the never-tight-enough ponytail
boy who hid his wallet deep in the sheets girl learning to wink
who loved pistachios fettuccini alfredo ramen black beans each can
opening into another life another day