undesirable tendencies

a welfare check on my chickpeas
a moral bankruptcy pulls me
from a restraint on my stoop
a clue found in my miniature espresso

rasp—my neurons are frayed
while packing peanuts + PFAS dilute my membranes
thumb-actuated airguns are hard to beat

silt screws cut like symbols (or is it cymbals?)
weaned from reluctance + rigmarole merchants
it’s the threat of the enema that never threatens
that threatens incessantly

a glob of hornet + a flicker of worm
a channel for my undesirable tendencies
i eat the burglary of unmediated terms

What I’m Reading:

XI. In the alley, there is a bright pink flower peek-
ing out through the asphalt.
a. It looks like futility
b. It looks like hope.

— Amy Krouse Rosenthal / Textbook Amy Krouse Rosenthal: Not Exactly A Memoir