Advice from a Caterpillar

polka dots on cheeks and noses

Polka dots on cheeks and noses


I live on the upper floor of a house that is on top of a mountain. I never leave the house. There is a tapestry workshop next to my room. I embroider tapestries. each of my stitches celebrate: a cat, a city, and a girl who is not me.


Letting confetti fall out of hair
Here and there

Homecoming caterpillars

Locals are local
How painful do you imagine was their hopefulness?
As painful as your hopelessness, yeah?
Audiences want straight stories, nothing abstract
Which way is to a best friend?
This is not working
I am too cold
In bike accidents
I am almost in Toronto now

living like a citizen
I watch garbage fall out of this pen
And I am spent
This cup of tea contains caffeine and no love