Through New Year’s Eve
1999—Prince sang about it.
Media over-conflated it, remember?
Y2K—computers worldwide would
crash.
Tributes
A Hazardous Brush With an Abnormally Extended Feeling of Well-Being
Sometimes you can be so happy and it’s inexplicable,
driving your car down the freeway
or sitting in your kitchen eating an apple
from Nobody Cares
Step 310
Trial.
Physically present,
mentally absent.
I.
Don’t.
Care.
Miss Miranda
Hey there, Miss Miranda
I don’t know how lucky I feel,
For without a heart to guide me
I don’t know what feelings are real.
Spring Break
For three days, Friday
Plus the weekend,
I pulled up roots.
I wandered
Freely among women in velvet dresses,
Men in cutaways.
Burnt
To change the way I felt,
I burnt myself today.
Fire cleanses, doesn’t it?
Arson led me astray.