“Just Another Tuesday”
 
Not even strong enough to drink
beer to numb the day,
but instead surround myself
with the dead
in a desperate attempt to feel
alive.
 
There’s classical music
(more false gods
we believe are immortal),
the letters of a writer
who died thirty years ago
(written to people I never heard of),
and a reflection in the bathroom mirror
that looks like an inmate reflecting
on art lessons on death row.