Today starts with a headache
The sun isn’t even warm and I feel taken apart
Women climb in and out of beds made for four
Men drink and chase and bleed strange colors
Humanity is a syntax error
And so is Truth
And so is color

Today continues with pseudo intellectualisms
With flesh friction on flesh
With lips full of blood
Eyes full of hot water
And music
But I am deaf and folded over

Today doesn’t continue, today drags

Today ends with steel and cement
Cracked from cold and letting wilting flowers wilt
It’s not even a holiday
It’s just a shadowy Sunday without church
Without school
Without landmarks or
Things to be remembered