wednesday (only)
tuesday in my head i
keep writing books
like i
belong here,
like it's not
the end of the world...
apocalyptic places
take
my head, and spin it
like a
mexican piñata.
on (thursday)
there are tacos
for the people
(with gold stars).
i won't get one
but
i keep on trying.
i have to. i
am always one day ahead
of my self, and at
this end
of the world,
you know,
that's a terminal
condition...
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