Feeling adulthood’s sequence of tasks
heaven, no that doesn’t mean get heavy
at all, nevermind——feeling it split
dailiness into two moments, one of looking
at your phone & the other of heaving
a great big deeply silly brain-homunculus sigh
——it’s like being in a garden, big as Versailles
with one little 75¢ seed packet of wildflowers
in your pocket. The garden supply
is closed & not within walking distance anyway
so even your brief fantasia on the idea
of bricking the window to steal one of the least
expensive goods they sell is sad-tinged. 2nite
you will put on the bright harness of evening
& maybe leave
without telling anyone, at least in your head
where there’s a party & people to cry to.
A whole silvering ocean of names:
A, B, C, ... Z, AA, AB, & the silhouette
of a seagull you saw on the shower wall
after you halfheartedly suctioned the water-
proof radio to it, the one you never use.
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