when I start to get overwhelmed by work I go look at the dogs up for adoption at all my local shelters and imagine a life where I am in a big park playing with all of them

who’s gonna win, me or the jump to recipe button

connecting with my higher self by eating too much cookie dough and laying prone on the floor

but even still I am obsessed with beauty Paige Taggart

Quick question: what the fuck is anyone talking about anymore

as someone who became a crop top devotee this summer, wtf am I supposed to wear in the winter?!

for all I know I might have consented to being born

from The Book of Disquiet by Fernando Pessoa

another poetry section, another floor

gotta call my health insurance provider which historically means it is Time To Cry

decided not to take my adderall for a six hour road trip and invented forty new ways to sit in the car

Anxiety | Choi Seungja, translated by Won-Chung Kim and Cathy Park Hong

these were my labubus

what accounts do I have to follow in order to see more older dogs getting a puppy content?

from The Book of Disquiet by Fernando Pessoa

seeking a documentary about film and television’s most famous dogs. please tell me it exists.

Rob Schlegel, from January Machine

I’m sorry, it’s brussels sprouts??? not brussel sprouts!!! preposterous!

[racking shotgun] lets go shoot us a dang babadook

Madness, Rack, and Mountain Dew

I’ve been sick since Sunday and whenever I’m sick I become a wretched Gollum-like creature of suffering and dramatics who mentally tortures myself. But now it’s day 3 and I’ve regained some of my strength and read a poem and remembered there’s good in the world.

you should get the day off if you had a really scary nightmare the night before

Wanda Coleman

from The Naif by Valerie Hsiung

John Ashbery

from Inger Christensen’s “alphabet” translated by Susanna Nied

from Robert Hass’s “Berkeley Eclogue”

from All Things Are Too Small: Essays in Praise of Excess by Becca Rothfeld

Been thinking about expanding my wardrobe and realized all I really want to wear is a rotating color wheel of the same color top and bottom every single day until I die. Like today I will be forest green. Tomorrow I will be lilac. Friday I will be royal blue. etc etc etc

I was looking up my library’s summer reading program for my kid and found out that they also do one for adults. something triggered in me like a fucking sleeper cell, proving I am still motivated to read simply by the possibility of pizza and a free swimming pool pass.

The Raggedy Shiny Black Place | Alice Notley

Chicken for Breakfast | Kazim Ali

wish I knew more dogs

figuring out what and how to feed myself AND another human every single day is an unceasing curse. wish I had some kind of magical imp or hobgoblin who did this for me.

from HOW TO BE A WOODPECKER by Ron Padgett & Trevor Winkfield

David | Carol Muske

I unironically love a Wife Guy. I love that so many Millennials saw the Boomer/Gen X “I hate my wife,” old ball and chain, Hagar the Horrible-ass culture and were like “actually my wife rules.” What a delight to love someone out loud.

eating combos in bed because I like to live my life like a nasty little goblin

i wanted to collect links people are posting to good polygon-adjacent sites + ways to follow/support folks who've been laid off from there - almost certainly extremely incomplete but maybe it'll be helpful? haunts.neocities.org/polygon

Toxicologist here! This will improve the health of zero Americans. Current synthetic food dyes are not causing health problems, and are often times used because they are actually safer than natural food dyes. Reminder that guns are the #1 cause of death of children but we are going to ban food dyes.

No worse time John Ashbery

why don’t men dress like this anymore

could anything really be better than writing poetry with a cat in your lap?

I hope my husband is ready to become a single dad when this game is finally released.

is any one in power willing to stand up and punish donkey kong for all the horrible noises he has made during his games

Like an Arrow that Feels | Michael Robins

James Tate #smallpoemsunday