my clown shoes

i am fanatical + cartoonish
i plot hack attacks + duende kidnaps

gazing at my navel / sinking in quicksand
i am a monstrous clown

appropriating a farcical othering of myself
ive outgrown my clown shoes

a couplet spewer of ill repute
ive become my own a.i.

ay ya ya
yai

i sing + cry
simultaneously

i am a biohazard
to myself

i am a dislocation

What I’m Reading:

“Fathers often use too much force”

— Jenny Holzer / “Truisms, 1977-79”