I've got a meal in me now, it feels pretty weird
it also doesn't feel like april should end today but it will
because I think it's my favorite month.
it's the early early mornings, and the sick smell of blossoms,
and the promise of may
which is historically my favorite times
& I guess still should be. I am waking up, now
I can feel the blood back in my legs, the bones replacing the gelatin sog
& the sinews hardening, or maybe it's just the poison leaving my system
and I was supposed to be there, a friend
but I have only been friends with myself
keeping a mirror as a pet
making promises to the past.
but I'm sitting up, now
& looking at my face again, and it isn't as bad as I thought
and my smoke hair
is coiling like silk on the end of april
and my breath is sweeter than the sick blossoms
even with dying flowers
finally
like a motto from a tea bag I used to carry around with me to
always do the most beautiful thing.
so I'll try before I die & long before the great byebye
vengeless & celebratory is me
