Constant Comet
October's monthly poem
Do you ever look at someone and think
“You really fit your name?”
But what does it mean to be matching?
And what does it mean to be a human at all?
Just a few
Thoughts
As you perform your tricks.
All of your hellos and goodbyes and interesting in-betweens
That you think
I’ll find worthwhile.
Do I compare?
Do I match?
Or are these things I find,
While scraping a…


