who i am as a person
does not depend
on itchy wool sweaters
and
creamy, chemical-induced covers.
it depends on the snow level in Nebraska
the way i tie my shoes
does not depend
on what kind of noodle
a certain someone is eating.
it depends on the kind of sause that is on their noodles
the way i organize
and scramble
my colorful or dull neurons
fully exists
in my own thinking mechanism.
unless my room is dirty
