19.6.26 (the bad nights)

Its 5am & I’ve been sip slipping
since noon, only respite was seeing
Toy Story 4 on discount tuesday;
too uncomfortable to crack
open the gas-station malt liquor
in my backpack around so many
children of summer.

I watch plane crash investigations
on Youtube, while thinking about slivers
from our trip to Barcalona, two years ago.
They both have so many to choose from,
each one makes me never want to take
my feet-tethering-heart off the ground,
yet I’m glued to the bad recreations.

There’s alot of things I want to do
at 5am, except sleeping before work:

            I want to go to Singapore now,
            after watching with Evan W. a vlog
            about a British man taking his choppy,
            balding hair and his girlfriend there;

            I want to ask who the we is on
            your social media posts, cause
            there is someone behind that lens,
            whose eye knows the right angles;

            I want to drive to Kroger and get
            the apple cider vinegar needed to kill
            gnats that breed in trash bins, cause
            it takes longer to fill the trash now;

            I want to rehang the pictures frames,
            so they’re no longer centered around
            silhouettes of missing furniture.

Being four days out from
the shortest night of the year,
the pre-dawn blues are filtering
through blinds when I take my nap.