I can't find my pink nail polish
Today the morning sun boiled itself into my room like it usually does
then I crawled out from under my comforter at 10something
went to the breakfast table to sit and there, I made up my mind.
This afternoon I pulled my empty dresser into the bathroom
and climbed high on top of it and sat cross-legged, scribbling furiously.
That was tiring so I went under my table,
laid down on the carpet, faced a wall and leaked angry tears.
Fiona Apple was crooning in the background.
She makes everything sadder.
Please forgive me for my distance
the pain is evident in my existence
Just one of them days.