an indian woman
scratching ice from the windshield
of her car

it's not the speed, it's
the effort I need to reach it
that's annoying

could my
words count
any less

not only does it do the washing
it also makes taking a shower
a real adventure

My legs hurt, I'm cold
and exhausted, think I'll drop.
I know I'm alive

a little excercise
feels like two hearts
pumping in my chest

runners end
hibernation earlier
than bikers

don't cry,
in africa
children are starving

fuck everything
i'm dead
kick me around some more

mind reading
is obviously
a required skill