Tomorrow

 

Tomorrow

Outside’s dressed up in skintight 3am fishnets,

shooting star suspenders woven from strands of God’s silver semen,

crisscross cobwebs over pre-dawn’s mouth,

ready to go down,

trap,

and suck the joy right out of you(th).

 Yawn.

Stretch.

Wait.

 

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