…t find
Jobs, who couldn’t even please
their moms,
whose entire lives have completely
bombed and can’t you just
fucking wake me up,
so I can send that real text
with my totally awake and pristine
brain, the one that does all the writing,
and rattle out a phrase, from my
small and sweaty bed,
to say I LOVE YOU,
I love you so much,
and yes I know it’s early,
so much earlier than I usually
like to wake up, but so be it,
this is…