The Underwear from Last Night

my hair smells, 

and I’m not in the mood to get out of bed,

or change my clothes,

but it would always be worse

like the one time my friend Pete,

from childhood,

the one I decided I never wanted to see again

when he started hanging out with his lacrosse friends

and never wanted to play Super Mario Bros.

anymore,

well, he once went an entire summer without

changing his underwear,

though I don’t think I ever got that bad

at times I think I’ve wanted to,

but maybe it’s time I go downstairs,

put my brain to work,

maybe try to invent something that never existed,

maybe teleportation,

maybe a way to communicate with quarks,

or possibly a pair of underwear that never

goes bad