are you making your bed?
yes, i am making my bed tight corners tight sheets tight wadded assholes outside my door the facsimile of tomorrow is the faxshawty of today on the mirror mirror in her hand for 10 hours no pay yes, i am going to skool seated in rows seated in columns seated in a bed of asphalt and concrete old soul more like anachronistic ghost speaking multisyllable is now a foreign language yes, i am paying the taxes funding the crack house across the way funding my elected representative's twelve vacays highly regarded amongst a couple dozen online but i'll probably ban my children from the internet yes, i am checking my email all dozen burner accounts all dozen identities of a straight white fascist my great grandfather was an orphan of war i sit at a desk all day and can't afford healthcare yes, i am loving you especially you who feels my pain especially you whom I am called to if only making my bed made it easier to love but i've hardly ever done it so i wouldn't know yes, i am lying again to myself and to you to my faith and to my works but God knows i will keep trying again and again and yes, He knows surrendering is hard
