quarter note shaped holes in the wall

innocent syllable riddle (bye bye beautiful)

…is a pair of sunglasses perched on a steep nose

covering sixteen freckles that you can’t see anyway,

since it is already midnight.

…is a traffic cone triplet, born in a hand clap

on an abandoned road framed by snipers hiding in window frames.

…is a sea of unpacked gravel bodies waiting for weight

to push their edges into each other

the way your hipbone peaks bruise mine.

…is a pair of eyes shining flashlight beams into mine

shattering black pupils until the pieces are permanently missing.

…is a tumble dryer under the hood, spinning into sparks

with outstretched arms and ecstatic child cries.

…is a glass pane that didn’t shatter, but became a polka-dot landscape,

a Pollack painting in red splatters and air-shaped nighttime holes.

…is a silence painted on a dead end road.

some stuff I have been confused about or have thought about lately:

-where did the "create an event" button on Facebook go? I have an event! I want to create it! I can't find the button...
-How does Morrissey still look good?
-Phil Collins, in general.
-is knitting an instinct that lays dormant until after menopause? I feel like every woman over 50 I see is knitting.
-would I clone myself?

good vs. not so good:

-boondock saints vs. homework
-green vs. blue
-animal collective vs. the ants in my kitchen
-scooters vs. minivans
-the lady skipping around the track today vs. the idiots who walk in the runners lanes.

just not good at all:
-insects
-dancing a hoedown ashley simpson style
-creepers and creepy dancers and just freak dancing in general
-procrastination.