kiki (103 words)

yesterday i wrote everything i know

down in a notebook

as a person of the past

for future hands to flip through

while scraping all the dirt from my incisors

paying more attention to the fine details

of the here and the now

than anyone who's actually here now

and one hundred and three words

is not enough

to get me over that chasm

if i can't fold 'em over

i want to smash 'em together

scurrying around like the ant i am

viewed through the window of the first class seat

you undoubtedly lucked into

all that extra elbow room is being made poor use of by

the boardroom bombshell sitting right next to you

while counting the weeks till the future comes

and one hundred and three words

is not enough

to get me over that chasm

if i can't fold 'em over

i want to smash 'em together