these thoughts are why i have no friends
Saturday
thick heatwave.
warm summer nights that whisper in my ear.
my life is beautiful and as yellow as the July
heat. a beer in each hand and my front door
is gone. my neighbors already called the cops
on me. and my cat is dancing on the ceiling.
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