SISYPHUS
You can’t be fucking serious
with a full Google Calendar:
a PowerPoint but call it a deck
to make Ann Taylor nosedive
off a ledge! A salary can be like
a noose—you catch my drift.
AMEX, debit, cash. VISA
credit, cash. Should we get a
second bag? Absolutely not
it’s 7:14am. It’s the divine en
-ergy of an old bitch bartender
you know what I mean?
Men ordering espresso martinis
a glass of whiskey is 14 dollars
now—are we all going to die?
Everyone is everybody's fool
watching the sun rise twice
I say I can’t, I am busy on
Thursday I have to tend to one
of my suicidal lovers, open the
window etc. In each relationship
there is a three-legged dog
somebody with a point to
prove, is what I should’ve
said to our host, who spoke
in that decibel lurching straight
guy cadence, who called his
ex when he overdosed. ‘On this
very stuff, as a matter of fact.’
Motherfucker! We need new
rules to save us from mornings
like these. This feeling I can only
drink through. Some punishment
or blessing to bear this habit this
way of laughing loud witness to
the 2-for-1 night.