Wood floors. Laptop. Brugal.
Ironing. Cat crying at the moon,
wishing better things
(are they for me???)
Wishing stars are (pipe dreams???)
for anyone who has a problem sleeping,
distracting from the actions I know
are coming in the morning.
Sounds. Sounds. Sounds.
Sounds, Sounds. Sounds.
Wake up faded of love.
Where am I oh yeah again
Brush teeth, a bowel movement and
cold shower. Because the goddamn
hot water isn’t working even
after I asked the super to FUCKING
take care of it.