Hey remember that awesome post I said I was gonna make

I totally lied. I wrote a shitty poem instead.

This book is bound with

plastic and

cinnamon

and middle-range cologne.

Try not to inhale

because inhaling risks

include synapses of joy

floating behind your eyes;

nameless colors filling the room

with bright and heady darkness;

arms buzzing with a nameless dance;

and remembering more

than ever happened.