Ben Bonkoske

a steady diet of vitamins that you would be proud of. The deficiency is not in my skin and bones but in my blood. Things just never seem to go fast enough for me. I don’t have anyone to talk to anymore, but there I go, me, me, me, I, I, I want a puppy or a lion, or a litter. you deserve to live in my mind and pump my heart full of the evaporated tears I keep in a jar next to our homemade green cabin. I hope people think I’m crazy because then I will know, that I alone, hold all the answers to my own prayers. What we all could use is a little respect around here, this dirty, unvacuumed society where up is down and black is white. It confounds me how much I waste on other’s opinions of me, but surely, I respect the elderly. At 12:11 I’m all out of tricks. This mustached magician who was all smoke and mirrors has pulled the last virgin bunny out of his top hat. I will just go on to be a mad monkey lover, humping the next ear to listen to me. I haven’t been able to get up the courage to hold any delicate bald head in my sympathy symphony. I still remember what it’s like to hold someone dearly and to be glad to have 13 cigarettes left in my pack after a movie (though I rarely make it to the ending). A clutch of 800 adjectives I could never use properly in your dangling homemade suits, fruits, and truth trees. I once knew what love was, but I didn’t know what it was good for. Just a sequel finished too quickly. It was nice to know you. Happy birthday 23.