even if i had to write it

five hundred times on a

chalkboard

it still wouldn’t be enough

a midas touch in reverse

is hard to get unstuck

sometimes like natalie

slumped in her bed

the only reason

to get up is to show

you’re not ready

for the blue juice yet

the sun overhead

like a lightbulb

over a big stupid idea

laughs

like an overheated

man in the moon

the joke is on me

the joke is on me

i know what is right

but i’m not sure

what is left

bhagiti 7.25.07 perrysburg, oh