monday / wednesday

plastic shovel in hand
shots whizz by my head
it’s hard to breathe and bike 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 monday
i’ll be out by wednesday

What I’m Reading:

Depression is a group of parallel lines that want to
touch, but never can.

— Victoria Chang / “Untitled, 1961”