my kitchen smells like
dirt
and
leafy green vegetables.

dead mice smell like
wet soggy garbage.
the size of a quarter.

basketball teams can't win.
and
my father's heart almost failed.

i want to move to montreal.

i want to have babies.

i want to save every single suffering dog.

i want to forget the past year.




i want to remember.
but


but.



does it really matter anymore?