Part VI (8 April)

Sitting on the balcony
sucking back wobbly-pops
wondering if we
will remember to clean up the tops
we've kinda thrown them everywhere
not really giving a dang
forgetting how to care
just letting it all hang
alarm clock goes off
try to roll outta bed
fall on the floor and cough
pick myself up slowly, face all red
stumble to the kitchen
frick, we're outta milk again
roommate comes out bitchin
I throw the jug at his head
this is the beginning of a good day.