I type less letters in a moment every day.
That’s what you told me.
They all say their fingers are flaking off and I see a cloudless sky.
Will poems get shorter as commercial breaks get stronger?
Lucky for me, the new music I hear sounds really good right now.
It must be really good.
One of those weeks and jumped from Monday to Thursday.
I feel like I’m drinking.
Maybe it sounds so good because they both use too much reverb.
Sitting back instead of typing.
It’s only coffee—cheaper.
My window is almost made of bricks except for the sky.
And space.
This isn’t 20 lines.
