Do any of you remember what I was going to type?
I had something witty to say;
something important to write;
but then my attention was diverted to the blinking
light on my cellular phone. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
you’re intrigued? yeah, me too.
you’re gonna SnapChat me?
yeah, i’ll take those.
even with allergies altering the color of your nose;
i really wish i had a better understanding of prose.
the crows, the crows, the crows,
keep diving at my head with their heavy squawk
as if to remind me that there is someone out there
i was supposed to mock; tick-tock, tick-tock,
the hours pass by and i still can’t remember what i
was going to type. i’m certain it was life-changing.