Going
to eat a piece of matzoh and try to look passed this desert I’m drowning in
What
if the Easter Bunny doesn’t rise again? What then are we to do with all of
these obnoxious eggs?
I
could binge watch every episode of The
West Wing or I could just curl up in a ball and do my best to forget and
forgive that I was ever born
I’m
sinking fast
The
crossroads laid out before me like a snake’s flickering forked tongue as I try
to not vomit in my sleep and end up like Hendrix did
I
have a close friend who I conspire with and that keeps me both sane and dialed
into whichever wavelength isn’t filled with white noise and white privilege
I
used to believe that I was better than all the rest until realizing we’re all Keebler
Elves doing our very best to find a tree that suits our particular cookie making
skillset
I’m
so exhausted that I think even dying would take too much energy
It’s
best I stop fixating on giving up the ghost and instead figure out how I’ll
someday fuck Christina Rici
Going
to lay down now and catch some z’s
Maybe
when I wake up there will be an Easter basket laid at my feet
Sleep
is a sanctuary I look forward to like vanilla malts or malt liquor on a really
hot day
Charles Cicirella
3/31/18
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