If this were a dream,
he would wish to sleep a little longer.
He would speak honestly with animals, his words sincere.
He would spend his days beside new spider plant shoots, leisurely and without pretense.
The bird in his palm chirps and chatters—
The two might not share the same tongue,
yet genuine emotions always attract each other, drawing ever closer.
When his words shed their embellishments,
what remains is tenderness that needs no proof.
—Happy Activation Date, Roland!
go indie. be dirty. be diy. be lo-fi. make movies with your friends. self-publish. distribute at local venues. fuck with conventions. fuck with copyright.