now why is it
that its gotten so expensive?
who did this?
why?…
Why
when I say,
why not,
nothing to lose,
don’t believe me…
The beauty of taking liquid
and making it into brick
you can eat…
It sounds funny, to ask someone just why, not why they did something…
I can’t quite say why,
This feels like the right life path…
I float an inch off the floor
why? you ask,
as if I’d know
My roommate used to say,
Go to bed, it’ll look better in the morning
Why is that?
I cried once today for a friend
whose dad is not-so-slowly dying
and cried again tonight for a character
grieving the loss of a wife on TV
Why is the music off kilter
from the metronome?
That’s your blinker.
Never mind.
Alphabetically, amputation
precedes cuteness.
What’s up with that?
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