he asks why i don't give them titles
why the poems don't have names.
i suppose the answer lies among the stars,
next to the answer of is there a god,
or why do people hurt other people.
or at least that's what i would say to him,
to romanticize the truth.
the real truth?
i'm lazy.
lazier than a dad on sunday,
watching "the game".
so that's why there are no titles.
sorry, bicycle.
