By Richard Dick, Senior Columnist
MY EGG
My egg
has
fallen
to the unforgiving floor…
this is the quintillionth time
this astral plane has sought to reject me.
DEAR LOVE
Dear love,
I am a cup and you are water.
you fill me,
rapidly,
with the desire
to smash my feeble skull into concrete.
ONLINE CLASSES
I am but a mere mortal—
my ass cheeks can withstand no more of this—
the
undivine
torture.
