but if it did,
it would owe me,
because of the nice things
I've done today and yesterland,
as well as the heartbeats
I've put into love and work.
I'll probably die this year,
and that's totally okay,
but please know that I have tried
to be kind,
despite everything the night
has said.
Honestly, can't believe
I am moving back to NYC
with an apartment in Queens
and a possible job on 26th street,
which means either God exists
or I am in the gavel of the Matrix.