bad day
chicago
BAD DAY
...so.
i have had nothing but angry dreams
the past few nights. so much so
that it's actually made me quite angry
even today.
all day. i was sour. foul. short fused,
and tired.
i got at least 3 angry phone calls
by 11am. then
i realized
at least 4 different things which are going to severely
affect my life in the short term. on the way home
this afternoon, a very large old woman
with a sleevless shirt
leaned in to me the whole way. she was grunting
and smelly,
and by the time i stepped off the el,
my whole left side smelled like her. flabby
and sick.
i see strange faces
every where i turn. in my waking life
and in sleep.
in my dreams
i'm often scared,
lost,
or both.
and in my waking life
i'm just mostly lost.
there are at least 165 days till new year's eve. so resolutions
at this point may be fruitless.
tonight,
i stare out the window...and type a few words
now and then.
the ice cream man just rolled by
and i hope he's having a better day than me.
tap tap tap
i type these few words
and then i'm back to the window.
one of the neighbors
is walking their dog.
tap tap tap
then i go to the fridge for a sip of milk.
i used to live downtown
but now i live uptown.
and you may be tempted to reach me here
but please don't. i'll be back downtown
again soon. i'll be sure to buy you a drink
when i return.
until then,
just keep wishing me well. send your prayers too.
we can all use them now and then,
even if we don't have reasons
to believe.