45*21

we are even
we even out
there is a slap
she gets out
the car idles
all is a riddle
my close friends do shrugs
I don't care
can't do drugs
used to do them
the hair grows backward in my skull
I see into my temples
and see a temple
a forbidden place
one that has no space
a caterpillar crawls upon a line
of ruled paper
and sees its excrement
and knows nothing of it
the cashier says shove it
and we belt it down