Maybe I shouldn’t feed myself so much regret

when there were so many different animals I got to pet.

Bitter punch only tastes sweet

when one has someone else to aim it @.

Snap!

“O, it’s OK:

I’ve got the others.”

But then the last heart string snapped

& he was choked by blood

—which doesn’t taste like pizza sauce.

Sometimes I shudder

@ the thought o’ a world without peanut butter.

E’en the moon wants nothing to do with me.

Ahora literalmente tengo en las orejas basura.

Now my ears are literally full o’ garbage.

I giggled as I practiced my “K’s”;

I won’t be needing them where I’m going.