I shave to live without magic

lacking some verve to be

like other people

So I then resort to cool

October mornings'

2.5 × 10²⁵ tiny wanderers

living between gold leaves

and my whispered breathing

This sunrise

I watch a battle

in my kitchen:

desire for cheese

against dislust 

for doing dishes

And then I think - 

make people smile

and if they don't

just leave them 

to dissolve