kiki (103 words)

yesterday i wrote everything i know, down in a notebook, as a person of the past, for future hands to flip through, while scraping all the dirt from my incisors, paying more attention to the fine details, of the here and the now, than anyone who's actually here now, and one hundred and three words, is not enough, to get me over that chasm, if i can't fold 'em over, i want to smash 'em together, scurrying around like the ant i am, viewed through the window of the first class seat, you undoubtedly lucked into, all that extra elbow room is being made poor use of by, the boardroom bombshell sitting right next to you, while counting the weeks till the future comes, and one hundred and three words, is not enough, to get me over that chasm, if i can't fold 'em over, i want to smash 'em together