watching hockey
with one eye open
and getting wild loud
with the new lady somewhere
who speaks French
when she is mad.
I hide under hoodie
and smoke cigs,
twisted Wednesday,
not for the betterment
of me or my future.
Socks peal off
and peanut butter is everything
to my taste buds
these Keto days,
but the car is blue by you
and I won't shit for weeks.
I hate today,
but what is today?
October.
Oh shit,
that was last month.