people will always want me dead
that’s why I get myself the good coffee
dark
rich

people will always want me dead
that’s why I keep my humanity in notebooks
my tarot reshuffled telling me
where I’m going next
(outside to smoke)

people will always want me dead
that’s why I give myself the good friends
true
thick

people will always want me dead
that’s why I read pulp novels indie trash
the kind that tells me true north
where we’re going next
(outside to spark)