can’t.

I tried to go out today. first
I did some chores and fed
the cats and myself, then I showered
and changed. I put on
a dress and everything.
it was so cosy and soft,
it felt like pajamas. I had
leggings underneath for warmth
and my plastic jelly shoes and my
emo goth necklace
and got Omni packed up
and was totally ready
but by the time I did all that I
no longer wanted
to leave the house,
suddenly I felt nothing but empty and
so very tired.

(that weed I smoked after supper
had nothing
to do with it, I’m sure.)

I should go, I know,
only two more weeks
to promote my show, but I’m too
sleepy, I’m languishing,
I’m dying. I had to
take off my outfit
and climb right back
into bed. I’ll see you all
in my dreams.

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R. Brookes McKenzie

what fresh hell is this

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