NICK STURM
WHAT A TREMENDOUS TIME WE’RE HAVING!
I wake up and muzzle my soul
with a kind of pale tenderness
My mouth automatically dismantles
the remarkable geometry of a tangerine
It starts to look like I don’t have a choice
My password has to contain at least
one special character A billion flowers
aren’t for sale anywhere in this world
A threshold sounds like it should be
some kind of magnificent art
but it is only another boundary
between my body and the spacious day
I have an overwhelming urge
to use a forklift improperly
I am not going to wear any underwear
One year ago today I planted a tree
Happy birthday Happy birthday