She borrowed my shorts and found a fingernail in the pocket

Friday poem

I either dream of her or her or never him.
It’s not that we shouldn’t have kissed but like
You said you didn’t enjoy my future husband
and I got strep throat the next day.

Every other word here isn’t true, just so you know
This coffee regurgitates your name,
Get STALE, get devoured by time, you’re stupid.

With thoughts: they are born, they scatter, I make these collages.

The star app says, Remembering the past brings it to the present
The star app says, There are no coincidences, only assignments.

She borrowed my shorts and found a fingernail in the pocket,
Beautiful New York girls with their eyes and their hair.
If it’s not multi layered don’t talk to me
I want it on so many dimensions.
Multieverything
I don’t know anything.

The moon was in gemini
It was a Monday
I was born