Square Painting

The unicorns are throwing up
in a red room. Why do I have to
clean it? I have no time to be creative.
Have you ever tried cleaning up  

after unicorns? It’s like bleaching
a Diebenkorn painting off the wall.
Sometimes I wonder where exactly
it is that creativity spawns. I wanted  

to study in America, to find out,
but those people are nuts. I’d rather
spend my time here mopping up
unicorn messes, while my royal  

blue air conditioner made of glitter
writes my term papers for me. I
haven’t eaten for five days. It’s
cool. I eat my braces instead. Metal  

is my love language. Some bullets
just came in the mail and  
I’m not even American. I guess
I’m also nuts. Speaking of nuts,  

there’s a rogue carton of pecan
ice cream screaming outside.
It wants in. It’s nice to be wanted
like that. You know, for you.