Simon says it’s okay
to imagine being a better
singer, something strong.er,
says spend only the next 20
minutes mourning the death
of a distant relative, then be
done with Facebook and face-
firsts and yearbooks. It’s okay
to use fine friends as social
buffers, and eye contact. Simon
says make haters want to rock
pine boxes, fuck “fun loving,”
“chill masc bro” and “go with the
flow.” Okay, you know what’s hard?
Waiting out sadness like a storm,
a pulsing passing, like the feeling
of no cigarettes and no
more. The impulse is to indulge
when simplicity is plentiful. Sometimes,
Simon just wants to hear a rhyme (or an
alliterative facsimile) and be held
and smelled and breathed
onto, and weak and
told things.