nathaniel
would think today
a good occasion
for tying
my hair up
in
pink ribbons
and changing his name
the grasshopper locks
jump from creaking wooden frames
as i unclose all the windows
to exist
collective conscious
with fungal hallucinations
from eating bad wheat
think of the tortured writer
beautiful you are
in your struggle
to find words
you have a masters degree
in quiet desperation
we live and die
as the music plays
all of this
in a single thought
of you
a typewriter
and a prayer
for
a day