FOUR A.M. PUSHED OFF OF
THE SIDE OF THE BED. STARVING.
FRIDGE EMPTY. FUCK YOU, PAST ME.
LIGHTBULB.
FORTUNE COOKIE DRAWER. ALL STALE.
DESPERATE TIMES, DESPERATE MEASURES.
MOUTH CRAMS. STOMACH FILLS. HEART
SINKS AS THE SHITTY STRIPS OF
PAPER PILES UP. MY MOM’S VOICE
REMINDS ME THAT
SHARING A FORTUNE WON’T MAKE
IT COME TRUE. I
FUCKING HOPE SHE’S RIGHT
AS THEY PROMISE ME:
A SIGN WILL COME IN THE FORM
OF A MCDONALD’S JOB APPLICATION.
YOU HAVE THE LOOK OF SOMEONE
WHO DISAPPOINTS PEOPLE.
FEEL THE SUNSHINE
COMING OUT OF YOUR OWN ASS.
STAY HEALTHY. TAKE A HIKE.
BIG BACK HO.
YOUR EXAMPLE WILL SHOW OTHERS
EXACTLY WHAT NOT TO DO.
TRY USING MOISTURIZER,
YOU DUSTY SLUT.
TODAY IS A GOOD DAY
TO TAKE A LONG HARD LOOK AT YOURSELF.
YOUR BIGGEST VIRTUE IS KNOWING
YOUR WAY AROUND A TACO BELL MENU.
DAMN BITCH
YOU LIVE LIKE THIS?
FRIENDS LONG ABSENT HAVE
A GROUP CHAT WITHOUT YOU.
CONSIDER
SHUTTING THE FUCK UP.
YOU SMELL LIKE
DIRTY, HAND-WARMED NICKELS.
DEAR CHINESE TAKEOUT,
WHAT THE HELL
DID I DO
TO DESERVE THIS?