when you think of your name so hard
it starts to hop away
or crumble
and you’re left with
a cutout thing
the top of your head
an untied dog
on the 27th
when everything feels
relatively screwed in
i talk to Livia
under the gray sky
make lunch all day
with the same two fingers
i type something
devastating
i'll never learn
sliding around
like a piano
with the same fingers
the clouds
to be someone's first dog
to be brought home
