bad wednesday looking around
noticing carpets and traffic and no
sweet tea
i do not know
what time it is
i barely know
it is wednesday
i mixed up my meds
lay there like on
vibra-phome
every truck to rattle twelve's cracks
shakes my necks live core
as i lay there
and stare at the still
of dust on motionless fan blades
-long to turn on the
bubbly water machine on the dresser
and thoughts of calling a doctor
to get more of the right
medicine
shit.
shit and
shit.
normal nights' nestled
as i just writhe in coils
shed a skin in there
that comfort beneath warm sheets
but not the night before this
bad wednesday
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