FRIDAY FRIES

My skin is crawling, like worms are scratching to get out

The light of the yellow moon glistens in my window

Today we shall rejoice with love and hold each other

Before the mail goes out clean the windows with

The cat before it’s dark. Bring me home before the

Night turns young and the beer starts to smell like

Winter. The fly of the night shall take my secrets from

My life and carry them out to sea. For all the humans to

See. Wash your hands, tie a rubber band and bite

My apple. At least I know I won’t get out alive.