Too many ideas inside — I’d,
You know — can’t.. when I think

Who’s thinking, maybe later I’m
Just Pessoa locked in place

Where things think on their own


You know — more than 1 I,
Things, myself, lots to hide
Yes or no, and I’m me too
So I should give you shit


Because when I speak you’re
Stirring up other ideas
What I feel I
Think I feel, oh, Ma’am!
Man! You’re telling me
Nothing new here —

A stupid thing, knowing this.
Re-examining all my meanness,
Italicizing my failures. I’m ham-
Fisted attempting satire.
Snooty, freaky, I gay love it.

plodding from the Portuguese