MY NAME WILL NEVER BE MENTIONED EXCEPT BY FRIENDS AND PEOPLE WHO HAVE FUCKED ME

the biggest indie 
smut film of the decade
weaponized therapist speech

the audience is still scandalized

how does it feel to be
all hankering no empathy?

i was a star
trying to one up 
or get a leg up

once one lie happens 
more lies get tacked on
forking out a psyop

a good pr campaign 
is not recognizable 

everyone’s so creative 
everyone’s so fucking important 

i want to be included but i don’t want to go 

i never believed in magic until 
all my dawgs turned into snakes

i didn’t say anything
i was thinking about writing

YOU CAN NOT BUY BACK THE ALT LIT FEELINGS YOU FELT IN 2012

so much is unreal
and i do care

mostly in the shower i fantasize 
of all the things i would say and post
if confrontations didn’t give me a tummy ache
my quick takes
my nuance and media literacy 
my delivery and eloquence 
gaining the adoration of thousands
or maybe hundreds
but i don’t pray to that anymore

is this a “fascist meat too small” joke?
are you aware your self pity is distasteful?
i mean what 
are we even doing here?

you see my belly 
think i’m rolling over
joke’s on you, buddy
my trust is not a weakness
and i do not fear you

i can feel the tension 
of your need for my opinion

how many beliefs have we held
that are really myths that we use 
to convince ourselves 
to continue consuming?

it is totally normal to donate plasma 
to afford a day of our lives

for my mental health
this is ai

a friend will brave the cold with me
venture toward the savory 
crunch of artisan's bánh mì later
lick curry mayo from each others lips

it is in these moments 
with wind chilled numb toes and tight face skin
we determine 
what we’ll make our bodies do

they say chronic isolation causes psychic damage
we don’t have to be weird little guys 
yelling at the internet with imaginary dolls
sticky waves of data lapping us up

you can interpret this hell however you want
the point is to change it