A few months ago I wrote a collection of poems. They were all much more serious than I intended them to be, and your comments were much nicer than I was expecting. I've written a few more, but please be warned they're...much less poignant, to say the least. But please enjoy nonetheless--hopefully these come at a time when you're looking for less to chew on, anyway!
spending money poem
Calling it a pandemic feels insincere at this point
Like it should warrant some panic instead of just
wearing a piece of fabric on your face when you go to Target.
I will say I am trying my best to follow the rules,
so instead of spending money on gin and tonics someone else made
I'm spending money on new artwork for my bedroom.
I'm calling it being a grownup and taking pride in my space.
But really if I have to look at the same wall for another day
I will absolutely go off the rails, for real this time.
moving poem
Not to make myself sound oppressed
But one time I went on a date with a guy
who told me he wanted to move back in
with his parents
And not to be dramatic but I’d rather die.
But turns out they have a pool
and didn’t vote for Trump
So I guess that’s fair.
bleak poem
Last night I fell asleep reading my own tweets
and this morning I did my every day routine
of hitting "ignore" on the reminder to take vitamins
and then grinding a few tablespoons of coffee beans
white poem
White woke culture
is telling your friends
"no it's pronounced Kamala, not Kamala"
and then immediately forgetting
which one is actually correct
pop music poem
Lorde should make new music, especially now.
I can only lie facedown in memory foam
listening to years-old haunted teen angst
so many times before it starts to feel too ironic.
And along the same vein I really need my peers
to stop recommending Billie Eilish to me
because even though she, like, just turned eighteen
she seems like the type of girl who would bully me in middle school.
bleak poem pt. 2
Do you ever tap something with the pad of your index finger
before you start using it?
Like a book or a notepad or the remote control
because our little chimp brains are wired
to think everything is an iPhone?
Nothing makes me feel stupider!
Except for maybe if you're reading this
and thinking to yourself,
"No, I've absolutely never done that."