I remember sitting in Anna O’Brians
pretending I was a poet
spinning lyrical ideas
over longboards and djarums.
or attending lectures pretending
i was a mathematician, or
showing up to work pretending
i knew shit about teaching.
when all I was doing was
thinking of a greasy pepperoni
pizza deep fried in bacon grease
and smiling about something Perri said:
“we all start as assholes in the womb.”
Some. Never. Change.
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