How Soon We Forget

Dance with the algorithm.

Take the wheel straight into the bay. Stay just one second more and let me try to change your mind. That’s a great height to fall from the top of the bridge. 

Maybe you’ll change your mind. Text me in the morning. Call me around 5:30 — 5:40. Get a good night’s sleep. Stay away from the Delirium Tremens. Have a communion wafer from the corner church. Place a wager at the pub.

You need a change of mood. A change of brood. A change of food. Go back on pablum. Go back to gruel. Go back to school. But, don’t go back to Rockville… and waste another year.

Now the climb begins.

What I’m Reading:

sometimes,
that late-june
sun unsexes
me
whole,,,,,

— Dior J. Stephens / “a letter to charlie parker”