Today is not tax day.
I refuse single-use
vicodin vicodin vicodin
in order to quit chocolate.
Tagged laundry room door.
Rolling on the foam roller.
Waking to the phone, talking
without lifting my head. Green
pomade. Should I use it for this
or should I use it for that. Having
appropriated from the mainstream
—it does not notice what we have
evaporated from it. At 4:00 I will
eat a second lunch.
Later, at epiphanies
my neck will no longer hurt, when
I've gotten you off it. The fly
buzzing around me intoxicated I
cannot move, but flinch
in my stillness.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment