seventeen-syllable sentences written under the Gowanus Expressway
Then spill your Temu guts onto a seventeen shopping cart pileup.
Grabbed your two bare feet in a dream so much apartment sticking to them.
I have my dustpan and language I found sidling up the overpass.
All my neighbors have delis and sons who sell nail polish remover.
Landlady's brother decides he's old as fuck while pitched under my sink.
It has never snowed. A nothing no one salt flat salt pan salt bottom.
Private pool showdown between two city council candidates and me.
