Days
It’s Friday.
I want to have feelings.
Flowers.
Stems that grip the ground.
They manage.
I want a burger.
I usually eat plain noodles.
But my microwave is burning everything.
I used to brush my teeth every single morning.
I used to.
I promise, I used to.
Grumbling and groaning.
Waking up.
I want to have feelings.
I get weird feelings.
Now it’s Saturday.
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