Monday, September 17, 2018


When cool nights arrive, I'm
finally free

of the self-
assured afternoon's harsh

and gloom—together we sigh

and crouch,
hang out high and munch

peanuts, and slink
like cowards

across the blue-
and-yellow-checkered couch—

for now,
I share this shitty apartment

with the irresolute

and if I'm lucky at all,
when morning

comes, I
still do.