is graying on your cheek.
—Melissa Broder
Defeated? Sit on the Great Wall.
Wipe the table. November heats up
so turn on the fan. Stir things up so
you need to pop an antihistamine.
Tonight. Trying to get things done.
Rihanna in tow. Of course it’s wrong.
Will we have a lifetime (and he’s off
to Paris)? A million questions to...
prepare...attempt.... The one argument
of concern plus a broke iPhone and
a pair of flip-flops in the kitchen sink.
A little devil singes your pants. All
aglow with Asahi. Break it up with
a glass of water and a prescription
for insanity. Pills to cool the
junkie weather. And X the
buzzing phone. I got you,
a red bookmark in the sun,
stubble from sleeping all day.
