study on a human

I once met a human.

who was soft and hilarious.

I had known other humans.

but this particular specimen

was something of an oddity.

it didn’t dance or sing,

or give a flying fuck what  I thought of it.

In a movie, this would mean I liked it more:

manic pixie dream team.

but in reality, I think too highly of myself

to be around a human who doesn’t care for my opinion.

just a human

who’s soul was soft like

the blood-red jelly

of a doughnut;

like the dark, dangerous mud

of a crowded swimming hole.

i hate to get my hands sticky,

and crowded swimming holes make bad instagrams.