r u busy right now?

when ur friends tell you to start a friday

u should tell them u r very busy

with the moon. there is so much of it

to sever & u r tired of being

the person everyone goes to

when the week is killing itself.

u step out into a red scheme & count

ur blessings on ur toes. everyone u know

has been really down lately.

depression coils in the freezer

next to ur pints of ice cream. provisions

for the coming ice rage.

u r looking for a new lover

even though u still have an old one.

at the Good Will everyone is hungry

for a heart. u buy sneakers

& put them on a ghost so you can see

him walking. keep an eye on

that fucker. this weekend

will turn itself inside out

& u will see all its organs.

this morning the planet is getting thinner

& the forecast calls

for dead pigeons. when u find one

u need to bring it inside

to make ash of its body.

paint the ash on the inside

of ur front door for safety.

there r so many precautions these days

to stay alive. all ur friends

with their glowing friday.

choking on marshmallow & dares.

the bound fire shrinks

to the size of a period. a blood stain

echoes on the ceiling.

u r done all ur musts & u r lonely.

ur thoughts echo back at u.

maybe u should have gone to the friday

but they r wild & violent people.

who knows where it would have

ended. u might have lost ur whole

october to that kind of fever.

then again, someone might have kissed u.

someone might have

touched u with his, her, they teeth

& turned u into the bright obelisk

u want to be. the moon

weeps in daggers. goodnight.

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