Monday, April 29th

• My mom sings awkward
  a capella
  while I silently bash
  my brians in with a plastic
  fork
  because there is too much
  salt in my macaroni.
  
  As I watched this man
  eating Cup of Noodles
  flavored like chicken,
  his beard consumed his far
  and his hair tied him to
  the coffee shop chair.

• Face is glazed over
  and it hurts.
  Like the shine that covers
  a red apple,
  I am
  anesthetized
  and synthetic.
  This hurts.

• Spring walks
  into Colorado's
  raging wet,
  cold, party
  fashionably late
  brightening up the
  room, creating
  smiles.

• Sometimes the grass
  proves too cold for a
  bare foot in the
  springtime.