mr beast gives away more money in a youtube video

than i'll probably make in all my life i liked i shared

i subscribed

  i died twice or at least tried to but look at me now

honest woodcutter confessing everything to lake fairy

in an older poem i wrote— the tallest building in town

never knew shit— in a future poem i should confess

i never knew where the tallest building was anyway

i only knew the ones where all the sanitary workers

housemaids delivery boys salesgirls came from

i feel like i'm rewriting the same first poem i wrote

when i was 12 years old watching bananas in monsoon—

when tiny droplets bounce off my leaves

the joy i get never seems to cease

the body is always updating & it slows the device like hell

my mother said she pissed out a stitch-string

but did not know from where my grandpa thought

we tricked him out of his sleeping pills hours before he died

asking for a knife to lullaby his chestpain

                                                                dear editor

how many rewrites before a body becomes ready

for publication?

~ ajay

8/4/2021