I have done it again–
Nothing
Being useless
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like nothing
I do it so it feels – ding
Doordash is here
I guess you could say I have no purpose
I guess you could say I fell back asleep
When I rise, I do not eat men like air
I Postmates starbucks and wallow in despair
Wake up
Just kidding
Stare at the ceiling and rot
Scroll through old pictures,
I used to be so hot
The antihero’s epic quest, take the dog out
Brush teeth
Just kidding
The sour breath
Do I terrify? –
Time for a nap
The daily pills are at arm’s reach
I could take them
But it’s time for another nap
Today, the sky is on fire
A perfect time for poetry
But I’m too tired
And I a lazy woman
I am only 32
and like the cat
I have nine lives to sleep
The art of dying isn’t hard to master
Wait for packages
Like a husband returning
From war
My ghost hanging from the rafters
Haunting my shein cart
Netflix asks if I’m still watching
I should be writing a poem right now
I should’ve been writing a poem
But I break my nails opening Amazon boxes
Watch blood trickle and cut
Through spray tan
Tear open lipsticks and supplements
Stuff synthetic lace into drawers, tug my hair out
Order another shaken espresso
Pout
Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same shrill
Haunting ding
‘Your order is on the way!’
Just knock me out
There’s always a charge
A cake of soap,
My dumbass horoscope
A wedding ring,
Gucci g string,
A gold filling,
Spending on painkilling
Oh unmoving depression, to you I’m hopelessly devoted
Lady Lazarus is lazy and loaded
I should’ve been writing a poem
Instead of overdrafting on Sephora.com
Stealing from myself
Add more shit to the shelf
Buy and sleep
Sleep and buy
A thief on an endless heist
Watch me
As I waste my life