one of thirty

go fuck yourself

i didn’t think I’d be doing this
and maybe I won’t
this is
of course
a challenge of follow-through
and this is day one
and this poem
(if you want to call it that)
is a warm-up
and warm-ups are mixed

especially now
i’m all dust
and old skin
shed on the mantle
in the corners

and hiding under the desk
is getting terribly boring

and lonely

and my fuck
how many months has it been
how many more will i lose
to this condition
an inarticulate constant not-okay

when will enough be enough


About Moly

Average, boring, self-involved human. Twitter: @CultOfCocktails Facebook:
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