Slightly Less Terrible
by trevorpantera3112
Digging without treasure doesn’t make sense
There is no moment between yesterday and today
It just keeps going
When I said I hated the incense
And you still let me smoke a cigarette inside because it was cold
I didn’t have the lenses to intuit the presence of preciousness
When you quit drinking and neglected to call me for a month
And I didn’t give you any shit about it
You mistook my devotion for a sign of low self-esteem
Despite the park sunburns, laundromat ruminations
Elaborate budget-salad meal prep
And diminishing shame for the buoyancy
Of Burgundy and brie on brioche afternoons
The universe still failed to smarten up to us
To how we stood against going TV test-patterned
Late at night to clean ourselves of the gunk of the day
Because it gave us something to control and accumulate
When $11.25 an hour felt like a blessing
Even though it made us unfathomable in our critical awareness
As if we were owed interest on our anguish
When that’s just not how fixed income works
