that book will become twenty, in a spiral
those socks will become t-shirts jeans and jackets
that coffee cup will become ten coffee cups, lined up in a rainbow
those shoes will disappear
the plant will turn yellow if i water it too much or too little
i will start to look ½ gross if i don't remember to shave
that single piece of mail from wvu will become a dead forest printed
with names of universities that want me but not me per se
i need to do something with the boxes of books i never read
they're taking up space
they're messing with my feng shui
all the guitar picks will disappear
i will forget to mark the calendar
how am i supposed to write when the universal entropy level
keeps going up and up and up?