the mysterious leaf
scotch-taped to my door
is frustrating
idk why
i just took off my pants
and i'm scratching my leg
and the next poem i write
will be about someone
it's getting hard to tell who
i had to stop being luis
just to start thinking again
how close can i come
to pouting
when i'm not even in
the room
forget it
i didn't really want to know the release date
for views from the 6
will it k** me to wait
19 more days?
that question
is irrelevant