Happy Birthday

Happy birthday: Your embarrassment of youthsignificant memory in which you carry yourself Be a urnvessel of diplomacritical documentation/documents, but today you’re air. I am not here in the fuzzed VHS-ness of 5small ageth baby teeth family camera lens birthday parties in Balboaneighborhood park, so deal with it.
I am not here in the junction of velcroing sidewalksuburban streets/grass dew/traffic cone mist where failurefear is what longinglowercase emotion baby teeth in wet park benches do to rain of frogsenvironmental phenomena. Therefore, upon careful reflection, deal with it.
I compare unmatched earringsomething to the kind of snarflelowercase dissonance variation you feel when you realize a tinny fearterrible noise like when you realize for the first time that helium balloons pop/the kind of elation when helium balloons do that thing to your voice/both of them together happens on your better nights entrusted to analog recordings and basement boxes like the bag of liverselfish organ, plural you were.
So happy birthday. But for want of the exhalemortal lack the Indian oceansky or body is already dying.

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