tuesday thursday

plastic shovel in hand
shots whizz by my head
it’s hard to breathe and run this fast

i strike a saintly pose
i’m a pin cushion i’m a pineapple
i’m a porcupine undone

arrows are an occupational hazard
tied up waiting for the rainy season
in a parched and rocky land

call me on tuesday
i’ll be out by thursday

What I’m reading:

“I’m the uncrowned king of the insomniacs
Who still fights his ghosts with a sword…”

— Charles Simic / “About Myself”