(a poem)

watching some twin peaks
in my bed full of crumbs
i will not answer the door
(don't you know i am writing real-time poetry so i can post something on my blog?)
watched some more twin peaks
worried about what to do what to do
when i run out of episodes
scratchy throat gross nose
didnt do anything i was supposed to do this evening
cant call my girfriend
(my parents have my phone)
not really sick
just schlump

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