By Mari Collins


Under the rubble

My room exploded tuesday night.
I’m buried and burning and busted and bruised
My brain’s been bleeding and I got no shoes
I had a bucket of bubbles but now they’re burst
Somebody better tell me this it ain’t gettin worse




Don’t be jealous.

Dont tell me what not to do.

Don’t lick the bottom of the refrigerator

don’t put wet cheese in your ears.

I need some cheese before bed.

Well that’s fine then. Just not in your ears.