This poem goes out to all those voices in my head who don’t actually exist
you know who you are.
You wanna get to know me?
Well, get in line
cause I wanna know myself.
I know some kids had an imaginary friend
I didn’t think I deserved an imaginary friend, so I had an imaginary enemy.
I know I was glad when I learned Santa was a fraud.
I was 5.
I asked my mom point blank: Is Santa real- but if he’s not- do I still get presents?
I know time is an abstract. You really believe summers are as long as when you were a kid?
I know numbers are infinite, but their usage is finite.
What does that tell us about math and the distance between us?
I know there are two things the News constantly gets wrong:
the weather and lottery numbers.
I know I go to X-rays strip club, cause I see beauty on the inside.
I know there are two kinds of people in this world: you and me and I’m both.
What I don’t know is how all this adds up
what comes next in this cosmic equation
if heaven is an all-you-can-eat restaurant
don’t we like eating more than being full?
Will we feel so fulfilled in heaven?
Could God be so cruel?