with eyes glazed over

brazenly
i pour bleach over the desk

write brocclie
on the prep list

take a box cutter to the hairs
guttering up the vacuum

polish the perpetual silver
bark up some trees

let my hat fly at close
let my throat lacerate itself on a song

never mentioning your name
though it lingers behind every word

another year and i feel just the same
sweating and stinking and hissing

but loving it
and that's a preposterous claim

in every move i embody you
every face makes me shake my head

i'm too exhausted to finish this thought
so i'll just end with a rhyme instead