If you look too
hard,
You will never be
able to
See the doormen.
My dreams infest my
roommate’s hair,
Which is either
sabotaging my computer
Or is not.
Before it was born,
My grandfather’s
missing arm
Ran marathons
regularly.
My fourteen year
old brother
Was my age in
pajamas and
Leather in the old
theater.
Ellen is
Either dead
Or she’s been
pretending for a long time.
We are all happy
Or
We are all standing
on mousepads,
But I may be wrong.