the moon is indifferent to iPhones, cellulite on thighs,
what you looked like when you woke up this morning
bruised from dreaming
i have a case of ocular disorientation that mixes up waxing and waning
(so i think our love grows when it is really diminishing)
my body is tied to the moon
like the way i am tethered to old poems
but all this food coloring is fucking it up
now my flow is out of sync
in the infinity found in any given moment of sleep
and the television just brays emptiness
all i want this year is an iUnplug
an iFindMyself
an iSomeRealFuckingHumanConnection
is there an app for that?