Nothing, true
I wake up
4:30 in the morning
only having gone to bed three point five slow hours before
I am worried about my roters
I don't know what roters (rotors rotars row-turs) are, but I worry about them
the man said they need a'fixin'
and shit
I forgot to arrange a ride from the car place to work
and my appointment is in six hours.
I text my mom, wake her up, read as she assures me
not a problem
i will be there
but the tension does not subside
toss
turn
smooch a dog
smooch another
toss again
turn forty-eight times more
two hours later, and still awake
It's just not going to happen...
...this whole sleep thing
but it's too early to straighten my hair
and I never straighten my hair
unless there's a boy
an event
a new beginning
or some other reason that motivates an extra thirty morning minutes spent
Too Much Time.
Sleep won't happen.
Fuck it, bring on the hair.
So I straighten, straighten, and straighten some more
All the while Golden Girls chime elderly in the background
Fucking Blanche.
Straighten
straighteN
sTrAiGhTeN
Finally straight.
I arrive,
to a place that pays me mostly in experience
less than human
i am here
twenty minutes later
I reach up, high, on the shelf
grabbing a burger basket from above
somebody wants chips
as Tasha speaks to me excitedly
tattoo, tattoo, tattoo
and bam
water, everywhere
all over me
burger-basket-induced
the idiot who put them there, naive
you have to dump them before you move them
Not everything is dry when it's done washing
or anything.
My left side
soaking wet
soaked through
Alaskan-style
Wet, wet, soaking.
my hair, straight and dry on one side, curly and damp on the other
and restaurant dishwater is not a good scent
A fight ensues
you put the water there
you always put the water there
you think it's fucking funny
it wasn't me this time
then who was it
your mom
YOUR MOM
fuck you
fuck you
bitch
dick
I'm sorry.
But none of it matters because I'm still soaking wet
angry
nearly tearful
and frustrated
For it takes things like this to invoke the emotions I tuck away
so deeply
at night
before I sink into a fitful sleep of villainous behavior and true love.
4:30 in the morning
only having gone to bed three point five slow hours before
I am worried about my roters
I don't know what roters (rotors rotars row-turs) are, but I worry about them
the man said they need a'fixin'
and shit
I forgot to arrange a ride from the car place to work
and my appointment is in six hours.
I text my mom, wake her up, read as she assures me
not a problem
i will be there
but the tension does not subside
toss
turn
smooch a dog
smooch another
toss again
turn forty-eight times more
two hours later, and still awake
It's just not going to happen...
...this whole sleep thing
but it's too early to straighten my hair
and I never straighten my hair
unless there's a boy
an event
a new beginning
or some other reason that motivates an extra thirty morning minutes spent
Too Much Time.
Sleep won't happen.
Fuck it, bring on the hair.
So I straighten, straighten, and straighten some more
All the while Golden Girls chime elderly in the background
Fucking Blanche.
Straighten
straighteN
sTrAiGhTeN
Finally straight.
I arrive,
to a place that pays me mostly in experience
less than human
i am here
twenty minutes later
I reach up, high, on the shelf
grabbing a burger basket from above
somebody wants chips
as Tasha speaks to me excitedly
tattoo, tattoo, tattoo
and bam
water, everywhere
all over me
burger-basket-induced
the idiot who put them there, naive
you have to dump them before you move them
Not everything is dry when it's done washing
or anything.
My left side
soaking wet
soaked through
Alaskan-style
Wet, wet, soaking.
my hair, straight and dry on one side, curly and damp on the other
and restaurant dishwater is not a good scent
A fight ensues
you put the water there
you always put the water there
you think it's fucking funny
it wasn't me this time
then who was it
your mom
YOUR MOM
fuck you
fuck you
bitch
dick
I'm sorry.
But none of it matters because I'm still soaking wet
angry
nearly tearful
and frustrated
For it takes things like this to invoke the emotions I tuck away
so deeply
at night
before I sink into a fitful sleep of villainous behavior and true love.