Rachel B. Glaser

i'm dead

I’m dead she said I’m just

still hanging around

her body was hollow

but the right shape

everyone gets where they’re going

the cue ball sends solids to sleep-away camp

a hug puts people in a temporary place

this was the overtime

her wig looked fine

not at all flat

she said not to eyeliner on

too many eyebrows

and I always listen at advice

a boyfriend shouldn’t smash your records down the stairs

a cheerless living situation turns a year towards itself

I’m not without convictions

Hollywood should cut more film to the floor

religion is a club and

you don’t have to root for the home team

someone fainted

taking attention away from her

we all hung around resembling each other

redid her nails since the people had taken it off

didn’t know if she’d die again or something worse

the body inevitably misbehaves

but that’s how we bought it

time spills

an eight-ball gives plot

I’m dead she said

and made a face

we stayed up late and families usually don’t

we put a cat in a room full of shelves full of teacups

didn’t know if it was boy or girl

when it curled in a ball

that was feminine

I’d like a piano again

but is it worth the physical pain of men?

I fake a scale then I leave it

make a song then forget it

pianos you can get for free they are Obese

and conform to the already been built

no one can talk about cats without mentioning dogs

balloons are so obvious

finger prints smudge a trophy

man oh man

ping pong is a happy sport

the cat did a jump

a teacup quivered

another noticed

triangles have a sly vibe

newspapers bore children

glasses make some people more attractive

candles give a room motion

I don’t miss anyone anymore I read a Buddhist Book in my sleep grew up got less sentimental

magazines should be burnt for good karma

frozen meals lack a life

a photo montage can’t help but celebrate

the cat broke teacups got nervous broke teacups

even songs have breakdowns

cursive is for girls

block letters for boys

I miss some people sometimes I’m still human

how people are