i may be a joke

I want to be significant. 
The constellations and crowds rustle a whisper, 
"Get in line, kid,"
and I may be a kid
but I'm not kidding.

i think i want to write a "thank you" series that contains unexpected thanks, sarcastic thanks, thanks i wish i'd said, etc. anyway. here is the first one.

thank you haiku

thank you for always
being late, i always have
time to write a poem

autobiography

in biographies, there aren’t often symbols

or crashing cymbals 

to emphasize what is symbolized

or anything otherwise

so if you have something to say

don’t let it sit atop your lip

like a foamy mustache of skim apprehension

while you open even automatic doors for me.

clean your face and clean the waters.

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Swollen

when no amount of junk food or jazz fills
my chest cavity,
an uncannily appropriate name 
for the spot i so infrequently floss,
i swell.
i don't know the exact science or method,
and it's not quite growing
or inflating
but i manage.