poem || donna kuhn

heliosphere cactus how her computing is excruciating, heliosphere boom i am her, too weird to step; i don't need to go with music because u come back, have a blanket i am messy paint on a bottle of cactus u don't need me anymore it doesn't tear me apart u don't hurt anymore but i can give u something there's water and a heliosphere; i think of the wacom pen; u come back it doesn't tear me apart u come back i have your back i am telling u to have a boombox i am telling u tiny beads, amazing her on my table what's a heliosphere? why? it's a heliosphere she says i look weird ask me anything; i think there's a heliosphere but i can't paint one; i cannot control the wacom pen you're computing weird too i am telling u you're weird i am telling u