Girl, I Got The Pandemic Blues

Let's go buy some plates
at The Dollar Store,
break them in the parking lot,
and scream into the vodka void.

Let's write high school poetry
and burn it immediately,
plus I have a bunch of fire works
that haven't found their way into sculptures.

Let's make red fire the answer,
and forget about tomorrow today,
as we make our way to Taco Bell
to flirt with the car in front of us.