I have been inconsistent.

My year is stuck 3 emails behind

& I am ‘professionalizing’ (don’t know

don’t care). In 2022 
my therapist told me she hated Everything

Everywhere All At Once & I thought,

‘so what’s the point of getting better??’ 
That’s a joke. It really did upset me, though.

Michelle Yeoh meets angel miss america

in their event horizon & nobody

says anything.                                    Horror. 
In 2019 I typed out 2 years’ worth of violent texts,

cast Ming Yang as me & my straight white doppelgänger

(he is cute) as the bad boy ex from Taiwan.

We named the play Jiangshi & no one under-

stood (or cared) enough to call it off 😮 😮  
& sure Angels in… was better, but it was also

different. They say art’s not therapy but good

ethics is an art, & oops — 
In 2016 the state theatre co staged part 1 & then forgot the more.

A museum in there. I’ve held my sneezes ever since.

So: back to non-existence.
When I meet Michelle Yeoh I’m going to tell her

that I ate a bag of wild berry Skittles every 3am

for weeks until the outdoor cinema I cried inside (or out).

Anything of me bears no relation, & yet — 
is not this:
A) The bleeding void?

B) The martyred feathers of a continent??

C) The final chance for me to hop???