Alternate Reality Where I Succumb to White Trash Instincts
It's like herding snakes
through a forest fire.
The homing pigeon
of misery
is my baby mama's
text message.
I make meth
with some man named Jesus
who is not God.
Life started
after dad shot our dog.
I have twelve dogs now.
Alternate Reality Where I Didn't Absorb My Twin in The Womb
I don't need a mirror.
I watch him fail
and do the opposite.
He was born four seconds before me.
As if i know the future.
Alternate Reality Where My Fun Uncle Died
He wrote his last will and testament
on an Etch A Sketch.
Three earthquakes have happened since.
He had the whitest teeth.
