A croissant and a cup of coffee in the morning.
I woke up and I washed my hair because
thats what you’re supposed to do
except that one time my hair stylist said
you shouldn’t do that
and then she cut all my hair off
and I went and got another cup of coffee.
You can’t believe everything you hear.
I went to Powells and opened up a book.
It was fifteen dollars, I scoffed.
The pages were lined and notated and highlighted and
I found myself standing there for ten minutes reading all the
thoughts, the exploration, the revelation
of some strangers english class
when people still read Ishmael.
It’s Monday now. Might be Tuesday. Could be Sunday still.
Things fall apart and slip and stumble when you
do all the same things, all the time.
New Years Eve is tomorrow and I’m
saving up my energy like
hearts in a video game and
if I just wait here long enough
I’ll be ready to go.