Writer’s Note: This poem was composed with my blood, sweat, tears, and by typing in the letter “I” into my google search field and copying down what came up.
i am in mourning
i am only awake in what i love to the point of terror
i am Sasha Fierce
i could be nothing
i could see for miles and miles
i dance like i fuck
i don’t know why i feel so tongue-tied
i don’t want my pussy to taste like rain
i get around
i have a cat named stevens
i have five clocks in my life
i knew him, Horatio
i wandered lonely as a cloud
i want a blackberry
i’m still an animal
i’m stuck here waiting for a passing feeling
i’ve fallen and i can’t get up
ice cream man dreams
ice dancing canadians
if the moon were made of spare ribs, would you eat it?
if you want to call me baby, just go ahead now
inner ear infections
into the wild
invoking pathos
ipod clones
is nutella healthy?
is stealing wrong?
is styrofoam recyclable?
is there a way to see who views your facebook profile?
