every other sunset


an old piano collecting
dust

like the brain on
a sunday evening

call an old friend
in germany

hope that she still
loves you

hell, even still thinks
of you will suffice

avoid the news

figure out which
organ to sell to
afford the rent
and gas for the
car

minor surgery is
only for the ones
that happen to
others

anxiety dictates
that the end of
the world is
every other
sunset

someone put
their baby in
the trash

even the educated
don't trust leaving
them at the fire
station