“What is it You REALLY Want, CAPRICORN?”
my back-up Gmail account beckons me.

To not plan my own 25th birthday party
but still have it happen.
And for everyone one who’s ever met me to attend
And stay with me and promise to never leave
And then never leave, just like they promised.

Apparently I’m wrong.
The horoscope tells me to be cautious during the retrograde.

I need this email to fill me
For five minutes,
To tide me to sleep.

I need this five minutes of
Emptiness
To fill me completely.