things I will put on my ethereal to-do list which is nonurgent and exclusively conceitedly self-serving:

 type up all my houseless poems

I love them in pen but I lose them

there too

 read them all again and tell everyone else

too. swab peoples’ throats

with the poems until they gag

and have no choice but to

regurgitate every last morsel

 watch the world burn

and decide to write only

about myself and my favorite

tastes because escapism

is the purist form of

idiocy and I would love

to be pretty and

dumb as rocks

check zero boxes

and go on living stupidly