dry hupping #7

Your done painting birds that cannot fly
with your blood, your bad blood.
You show pictures of yourself thinking about yourself
to your guru
"I'm I lying or being "really" fucking real?" You say
"Love love, love." The Guru murmurs and flies away.

You go to a middle school dance and sit in the middle of the floor
trying to understand what ambiguity is
if you can just understand things that you can understand
the kids ae either all dry hupping or crying
you call a random dentist!