i have over twenty-five fax transmittals

i have a split-second design coming out of my zitz.
i want to cry, but then i realize i am twenty-nine years old.
i've been telling people i was younger,
i even started school later.
i have a disease.
i have all these lies.
i have you, i don't know why you got that tattoo.
i've never seen what you see in "dolphins jumping in front of the sunshine."
but, maybe that is your God.
hate to tell you that those aren't even dolphins dear, they are porpoises.
so your God is a lie.