january 30th

Crying like a bike tire,

Moaning like a bird.

I’m listening to femme-punk

Letting the light shine in—

Almost. All the dust goes

From my hands to my head.

In the shower, everything crawls

Down to the drain as if

It hurt to be alive.

Keep your body strong,

Iron riddled with brown scars from rocks--

Keep the work,

Positive attitude and open heart ready to be shown to anyone in a black scarf grabbing a bus--

Keep the house warm,

Where a hookah lit and couches dragged and windows plastic-wrapped make a home--

Keep going,

This one is self-explanatory, don’t stop

Keep laughing with friends,

It’s why you carved a heart, don’t stop

Keep dancing,

keep dancing, Damn it, don't stop

hot and late but at the end there is just a quiet bed, don’t stop

Don’t you let it down,

Pull up! Sid’s hand on mine, don’t stop.

Someone else beside me,

Come to the open air.

Let's hope

There’s a seasonal fix.

Juke move. Spin.

The space opens up

As if everything is expanding, like carl sagan says

And there isn’t enough subject matter

To fill each moment, and suddenly

Where before you were pushing a grocery cart

And listening to joanna newsom while you looked

At the man behind the deli counter who seems to have had a bad case

Of acne as a child and you were wondering if that was hard for him and try to be extra nice because hey it doesn’t cost you anything and the world should be a place where we can do that for each other, now, suddenly,

You are just alone.