(this is a poem created by my 2010 Status Collage)
Suddenly, I can’t imagine using 5,837 pages.
I sit next to 5,000 sheets of boxed up paper
and think, “God, we are a wasteful people!”
Got back from Pride, very tired, but well fed.
Wonders why straight boys are so often foul?
Going to chill with the special ed kids
who think I’m somehow the coolest person ever.
Altered my profile for World AIDS Day.
Pray let not one more child be born
with HIV after 2015.
I’ve felt like being lazy,
although I wasn’t.