what
am i supposed to do
with all of this empty space?
all of this air, and all of these
thoughts?
more than i will,
i suppose.
less than the last,
and the next guy.
but fuck him.
i won't climb to the top of a tree
for a banana,
if I'm not hungry.
any anyone who does otherwise
wants attention.
and that's all they'll get
out of me.
