Succumb to this mediocrity of
unseasoned pleasure.
Get the windows undressed,
sip on a cup of caffeinated treasure.
Reply to stale emails
take a swim in chlorine.
grab a post-workout beer
force yourself to get clean.
take a hot shower;
call up your boss
puff on some flower.
Touch on yourself,
Feel up the typewriter
paint vulnerably,
pull an all-nighter
Spit jokes about Death
laugh til you’re crying
Substitute sadness
with something worth trying.
*My back porch in winter, Chicago IL*
SAY IT. 