The real thing everyday
I could envision being anything but a robot
Rockstars are comfortable
I drank tonight
the race between me and the gift
It is business.
There aren’t any lonely moments
We order business cards.
I put aside IPads or refuse to write in my day planner
The only rock star I’ll ever see is one with a name.
Loose straps that keep ending up more grounded.
one button, a pattern, mating pair of ducks with their eyes open.