POST HOLIDAYS POSTCARD

the sound of gravel under my sneakers
the cat sneezes
cigarette butts
who cares
I’m outta sync
I’m a dapper monster
the quiet blank of days passing
I’m sick of you occupying space in my head
I’m just sick of you
I need a water
torture
self careless
I’ve been down lower
than you even can fathom
I wish I had the money to get to Vermont
to somewhere secret
I’m fussing
I’m depressed
I don’t even wanna go to Vermont
I’m falling face forward
endlessly