Urban
Fishes
I asked
for a day off,
away from
the bustle of urban life
just one
day
where I
didn't have to worry
about
money,
about
health
about the
eternal existentialist reality of living
or the
possibility that an afterlife,
if one
believed in it at all,
would be
full of rich white people passing gas
into the
waters of rebirth.
I didn't
expect to be taken literally
and I'd
like to go home now.
This
morgue drawer is no fun.
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