I Divorce This Day

Yard Sale of Thoughts

The trees lift their middle fingers

toward their absent father, the sun,

as the unshaven mountainside

nods its chin in approval,

barely visible in the sour cream sky.

Curdled milk clouds

separate overhead

and the Pac-man parkway

I’ve been snoozing on for hours

swipes me left, as a pink

ghost leaves my carcass behind.

“I divorce this day,”

I yell from my window,

demanding alimony from the

the sanitized stars,

the ones that wedded me to

this infected place and time.

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