Dear mustache,

Where do you roam?

Your children are starving,

And your bed is made of foam.

 

Prepackaged Viper Moisteners

Thanks for the viper, scumbags.

[Former editor's note: I am not a scumbag.]

[Editor's note: Yes, he was.]

Decorations on a Front Door

What is this 

signage?

Do I look like

I need a reminder

of what day this is?

My heart is not on fire, I said.

My art . . . my art is on fire.

I lit the whole shed and doused

it in gasoline.

The invitation wilted,

But was received nonetheless.

A quiet burden lifted,

And no one's weightless.