3 Poems

Fuck Molly

If I wanted to be happy for two hours
and depressed for two days
I could’ve just stayed sober
and saved myself
$20.

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Sheryl Crow keeps coming to me in dreams asking why the hell I’m so sad,
and when I wake up my friends ask me the same question in more subtle ways
like, “why haven’t I seen you in awhile?”

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I’m gonna write a movie called Twitter
that has nothing to do with Twitter
except that there are 140 characters
and they are all desperately seeking validation.