what the fuck even
is a tree
just this big wood
rod all branching

I’ve blown into the bakery, a witch
for fine pastry—buns, biscuits and better—
warm cookies crisp. My stare turns sweets unsavory. My broom
sours sables, toughens muffins.

GravityGhost posts a photo of himself
in his bathroom mirror looking
excited in his tight gray sweatpants
MrRightNow doesn’t date women as old as me
even though I’m not as old as him
RayBan wants a “nasty girl”
but probably not a Nasty Woman

Billed No. 2, the potatoes
to Keanu’s steak and you wait

“For a successful marriage,” the grandmother said,” Always argue in the nude.”