Poem a Day 2025

I'm slumped early morning
watching a video on Youtube about
a woman becoming a stripper during Covid
she was telling jokes on TikTok
which pulled the horny guys over to
another platform
(a shuttle bus in the sky)
wide-eyed on their dirty screens
they were the ones who started it all
bless 'em
they didn't care about the longform jokes on YouTube
that's for self-expression
her kind of Trojan horse for the
quick-cut explanations of how the story goes
When the diseased world started 

vaccinating
or there was some other world event
then there was stagnation
oh then there was K-pop
I mean there were some serious mental health things
but there was one dance move

accidental like god said
and there was a serious surge of
LOVE
now they're all watching the pole dancing on Instagram
she goes viralllllllll
fuck!! like the lottery
less numbers more body
i mean how perfect
you could really connect like that, dancing 

and hunching for the comments

then expanding for the long-legged release
of flying through the lonely air in your bedroom
Temu lights playing through hardworking curls

again and again 

(a butterfly)
what's in that kind of dream 
I mean i would learn
to splinter like old wood
a technological axe through me
discount codes like poems
I want it to be true
I would like to imagine like that
what an elegant solution to how
we can 't be there in heaven
where everyone is
or have the right supplies to show ourselves
in the very immediate world
I mean it seems too far to drive
and then there's seasons, and bodies
not to mention how we might feel
in any given moment
And all of these things are happening simultaneously
every dirty fact and new way
of doing things beyond
what I think it could be
or just knew
how to appear to strangers
like magic