I can’t do stupid today.
These aren’t my pants (or jam hands).
I left behind a glass slipper
in a bottomless pit—
anger mixed with a paraly
zing weakness.

This circle we get into—
What is much? I recognize that tree.
The room is a wild jungle full
of gibberish and smells like guilt.

Tradition is a trap.
We’re almost there and now
here near it. The miracle

is over.
Monosyllabic mouth.
The charade.
Compound interest.
Please don’t make me
repeat that list again.

Source: A remixed poem composed of quotes from the drama series, Gilmore Girls:

https://www.buzzfeed.com/samimain/babette-ate-oatmeal?utm_term=.tuJ7JoVkA#.tfVDE1x8j
https://www.popsugar.com/love/photo-gallery/24950238/image/35694674/leaving-fate-chance
https://treehut.co/blogs/news/__-gilmore-girls-engraving-ideas
https://www.pastemagazine.com/articles/2016/11/the-100-greatest-gilmore-girls-quotations.html
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0238784/quotes​​​​​​​

Shloka Shankar is a freelance writer and visual artist from Bangalore, India. She loves experimenting with Japanese short-forms of poetry, as well as found/remixed pieces alike. Her work has most recently appeared in Failed Haiku, Shantih Journal, Unlost Journal, and so on. Shloka is the founding editor of Sonic Boom.