your new way to cure my hangovers
is to hit me repeatedly on the head
with my grandmother's 1952 edition
of Anna Karenina
while shouting “audiobooks!”
i enjoy spending time with you
and i want you to express yourself
but so far
it is not working well.
this Saturday
i want everything to turn to dust.
i want to eat all the dust
and puke it up in my favorite restaurant
so i will have to avoid that place
for like 5 or 6 months
until enough employees are fired
and nobody remembers.
it will happen suddenly
when i am in bed
on Youtube
watching a video of Athonite monks
chanting
“have mercy on me”
i will realize it and say,
“now is the perfect time.”