futility

i’m waiting for letters
that never will come
and a miracle i don’t deserve
i guess i overestimate the gods
and postal service
i have bruises all over my body
from a fight with a teenage girl
and my brain is about to burst
from all the late night apologies
i’m watching women beat rugs
from three story windows
and the street sweeper below has
just stepped in dog shit
i have a celine moment
for a little while i feel that
life is futile

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