awakened by wednesday’s insomniac moon
taking up residence on the living room couch
shrivelled up between the pixels of my laptop screen
incarcerated by twenty-three fifty-nine
chronic irritation fuelling

“****” smeared all over the mind’s spectrum
devout prayer spoken in tongues

the afternoon lunch i never had in the toilet bowl
aftermath curl in my temples
gasoline turmoil in pants and breaths
no light to catch the sorrels of my iris
or brine lined underneath my dark circles

shady anecdotes on the daily
delivered by one’s falsetto voice
keeps this body functioning
humbly grateful source of endearment

quit living tangentially to this massively beautiful life
tie kind words around a stranger’s wrist
till death do us art