This is for the sneeze I lost. I won’t drink to your memory, but I will snort some pepper to see your ghost.

“I left my youth behind me. It peddled the bicycle while I rode on the handlebar…”

“If the ink of my writing morphed into ants, would they march along with my thou…”

“Do I look like someone you know? Well you don’t know me, so why don’t you go bo…”

“I enjoy the small things in life. Like my penis.”