It was just another Tuesday. Or maybe it’s Saturday? I wondered, rubbing my stubbled cheek

LITERARY MAGAZINE
It was just another Tuesday. Or maybe it’s Saturday? I wondered, rubbing my stubbled cheek
After misting our houseplants, wilting in an unseasonable September heat, I clomp
bodies decay faster in summer
i am dangling over the sink
scrubbing my tongue off
Heaven’s glamour queen
The other kids cried and bawled at the slush mass
I’ve always struggled with biting my nails, so I sought out
Go stargazing every night